“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Sato laughed, before turning to Richard. “It’ll be the arranged menu then after all. Also, please, bring the folders from my office after the second course.”
Richard smiled, nodded, and rolled away like a well-oiled trolley. That settled, Sato returned her focus to her guest—and target.
“Psyche-san...” She sighed, deliberating how to broach the issue. “I have to confess; I was hoping to discuss more than just our artistic business today. Although it’s hardly my place to speak of the matter with the sin, it's...bad business.”
“She’s not, as my husband Perry would say, a le péché mignon.*”