Rosy was torn between unease and confusion.
On one hand, if Damien was merely pretending—if all these outrageous demands were nothing but smoke and bravado—she would become the laughingstock of the Pavilion. Her name would be whispered with scorn in every corridor, her career ruined before it had even begun to shine. But on the other hand… if this man truly had the wealth to back his claims, then all of her worries would vanish in a single stroke. The Pavilion rewarded those who served real power well.
What to do?
