"It really takes a lot -especially in our line of work- for me to feel alive, but you do that for me, Vivienne."
When psychically gifted Vivienne Salvatore is forced to flee to London from her home up north, she stumbles upon a "prestigious" agency...
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"He doesn't like us much, does he?" I ask.
"He's an irrelevant prick," Lockwood says. "Ignore him. Besides, it's me he's got a problem with."
"Wouldn't be so sure of that," Lucy says. "The way Vivienne was talking to him in there, I'd say Kipps just found a new worst enemy."
She gives me a playful nudge, shooting me a quick smirk.
"Be careful with that," George says. "As beautiful as it was to finally see someone tell Kipps what we're all thinking, he does have influence. With the number of clients we have now, it's best to play it safe."
"George is right," Lockwood admits begrudgingly, ducking his head to whisper to me. "We can't have him finding out you're illegal. Kipps'll just take it to the papers to get at me."
I nod, glueing my eyes to the ground.
Maybe that isn't such a bad idea. If Kipps exposes me to the media, Lockwood would have no choice but to fire me, and perhaps the fine for Sheen Road would be lifted.
Something to consider.
"On another note," George starts. "We need to track down Hugo Blake. We don't know how much time we have until he figures out we're onto him."
"There's something else I need to do first," Lockwood says, halting his pace and sticking a hand into his pocket. "Why don't you three grab dinner? My treat."
Lockwood pulls out a crumpled £20 note and hands it to George, placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling him closer to whisper something.
"Get Vivienne home," I hear him say, and George nods. Lockwood innocently shoots me a quick smile, then walks off down a seperate path.
George turns to me and goes to speak, but I beat him to it.
"I heard him," I say.
"Are you gonna listen to him...?" George asks.
"Take a guess," I smirk.
"I should've known," George smirks. "Anyone up for some Italian?"
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"Mm," I say through a mouth-full of pizza. "Not bad."
"I still can't believe you've never had pizza before," George says. "That's like saying an agent's never thrown a salt bomb. Everyone's had pizza."
