Before I could say more, the food arrived. I leaned back as the waitress set her plates down. Then another appeared, gliding in with a bottle of wine. She poured it with the kind of ceremony reserved for royalty—crystal glass tilted just so, label turned to face Anotta, not a drop wasted.
When they finished, both bowed deeply before walking off. Damn. She had real pull in this city. And I wished she wasn't such a sadist, the kind who got her kicks watching me crawl out of every mess life threw at me.
"So you won't help?" I asked, stirring what was left of my lemonade. The last ice cube had already melted.
"No," she said simply. "But I'll wish you luck."
I exhaled, dry laugh escaping me. "Hmm. Thanks. Really."
Well, if I couldn't persuade her the normal way… I guess I had to use the system. Though, I could already tell it wasn't going to end well.
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