Second Deal

Vladimir's voice was cool, his stance rigid, displaying a hostility that was as unmistakable as it was elegant.

"Count Vladimir." Solomon stepped into the room, undeterred by the frosty reception. He'd expected this and had come prepared. "I come bearing good tidings and a proposition that I believe will be of mutual benefit."

"A proposition, you say?" Vladimir raised an eyebrow but gestured towards a chair opposite his desk. "I'm listening," he said, though his tone suggested he was far from convinced.

Solomon nodded, taking a seat. He frowned slightly at the aroma of blood wine still lingering in the air. Had Vladimir been drinking alone or had he entertained a guest? He'd have to find out. For now, he had a deal to close.