"Is everything set?" The man Cashew only knew as Mister asked in a hushed voice, glancing around with sharp, calculating eyes.
Cashew nodded quickly, clutching the edge of his sleeve. "I... I've been preparing for a week now."
Mister offered a brief nod. "Good. After the summit, we go through with the plan. Until then, keep making sure Florian doesn't suspect a thing."
His eyes—always hidden in the blur of shadows—flicked around the corridor again, making sure they weren't being watched. Cashew followed his gaze, his heart hammering in his chest. Every meeting felt like a risk, like a step closer to being caught.
Ever since Mister had approached him, whispering truths that shattered his world, Cashew had become a secret informant. Every report he gave was a way to protect Florian. Every word about Heinz, every update on movements and changes inside the palace—especially anything involving that man—was a lifeline.
It was all he could do.
