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[color=#66CDAA][b][h1]Kayliss Lambert[/h1][/b][/color]
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He didn't believe her. At least, not completely. The man was difficult to read, but it truly sounded like he still suspected her somewhat. Kayliss just knew this was going to be trouble in the future. Fortunately, Istvan was the one to end the conversation himself, likely suspecting he wouldn't be able to get anything further out of her if he pressed. She'd take what she could get. Her own objective in speaking to him had long been completed. The rest was just damage control. 

[color=#66CDAA][b]"No, thank you."[/b][/color] Kayliss replied quietly, ignoring the rich aroma of the coffee. She wasn't exactly fond of the beverage. It was acceptable in taste, but the stimulant effects weren't something she desired constantly. 

[color=#66CDAA][b]"So long as you understand where things stand, I won't keep you. Good day, Sir Istvan."[/b][/color] With that said, she turned and left the kitchen. A peek into the hallway afterward would reveal her complete absence, somehow. 

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