Euphemia

Director Edgecombe's smile was predatory. "Of course. Let's return to the pig for slaughter."

"Pig for slaughter?" I repeated. If what she said about this place was true, I guess that was a good way to describe him. "Tell me about this Hang Gao."

"As I said, my agents approached him with an offer. He was the right kind of person, a Corain citizen. We had investigated him for months before we approached him."

"Why? Did you suspect something was wrong?"

"We wanted to know more about his life. What could we turn him in with? Did he have a wife and an affair? Did he have some secret he didn't want to get out? Something like that. We found out he lived in a small shack, barely scraping by, living off scraps."

"So you offered him money?"

Director Edgecombe nodded. "We offered him a lot of money, but it was more than that. We offered to train him, not just as a spy, but in a field that would make the cover we wanted to give him easier. We wanted a high society roller, someone that would be a
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