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[indent][sup][color=ab274f][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/iiz4LB9.jpg]Party fit (one brooch only)[/url]
[color=ab274f][b]Date and Time:[/b][/color] [b]FLASHBACK:[/b] Sola 25th, Early Afternoon
[color=ab274f][b]Location:[/b][/color] His office
[color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] [@princess] Anastasia
[color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] 
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]His next meeting started off much more normally. A tall blonde man bearing a business suit and case knocked, entered, bowed once, and greeted him with a smile. [color=white]“It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness,”[/color] he spoke with smooth confidence. 

[color=ab274f]“Welcome…Mister De Fraud,”[/color] Wulfric greeted the agent with his chosen name. [color=ab274f]“On the one hand, I appreciate the humour behind your alias, but on the other, is it not too on the nose?”[/color] he questioned mildly.

[color=white]“It’s pronounced as De Froy,”[/color] the man flashed a charming grin. [color=white]“But to allay Your Highness’s worry, I have plenty of names and disguises I can use when approaching any given target,”[/color] he assured.

Wulfric hummed. [color=ab274f]“Your resume is admirable. Extensive enough that I would be comfortable employing just you were this not a 24/7 job. As it is, I have hired another agent…”[/color]

The slightest whisper of wind tickled his neck. Wulfric turned in his seat, only to notice his balcony doors had been opened, and a woman stood right at his back. He blinked, muscles tensing before he forced them to relax, the only signs of his surprise. [color=ab274f]“Miss Thorne. An…intriguing way to greet your employer.”[/color]

So much for ‘normal’.

[color=white]“Good day, Your Highness,”[/color] she spoke softly, and bowed in the Kimoonese fashion. She was tall for a lady, had her black hair pinned up in a bun, and wore the sort of dress he’d expect from an entertainer.

The prince gestured to a sofa. [color=ab274f]“Both of you, sit, and let us proceed to business.”[/color] When his gaze fell on the male spy after his brief talk with Miss Thorne, De Fraud appeared entirely different. His hair was brown, shaggier, and longer; a wig, surely, but he wouldn’t have guessed had he not known there had been a change. His suit had been replaced by casual attire reminiscent of a school teacher. He wore glasses, had a cheaper wristwatch, worn shoes, a pen and notebook sticking out of his coat pocket, and the suitcase had been – Wulfric assumed – hidden within a stack of papers he carried underneath one arm. His demeanour was disparate too. He was more nervous, awkward, and seemed out of place.

[color=ab274f]“Impressive, truly,”[/color] Wulfric murmured.

[color=white]“Ah-hh, thank you kindly, Prince Wulfric,”[/color] he spoke with an authentic Florentin accent now when previously, he had none.

The prince chuckled. [color=ab274f]“Well, then, let us start.”[/color] Once the two were sitting down, he did so. [color=ab274f]“Miss Thorne, you specialize in assassination, but I read you have accomplished protection missions before. Can you capture your targets rather than kill?”[/color]

The woman nodded. [color=white]“I can restrain myself.”[/color]

[color=ab274f]“Good. I’d prefer to have enemies questioned before they’re disposed of, if possible. Your main mission will be to follow Anastasia, see what she gets up to, and spy on any suspicious associates of her. You are also serving as additional protection for her. I will eventually hire more agents, and switch you out if I need something else taken care of. You do not mind attending to auxiliary tasks, do you?”[/color]

They both agreed that was perfectly acceptable. Wulfric went into the details of their assignment, then sent them off. De Fraud had changed into his initial guise, and Thorne had, once again, departed through the balcony.[/color]