“I heard through the grapevine you’re in desperate need of an advisor. What if I were to be your advisor?
Henry raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’d turn so suddenly?”
“What does it matter? I mean, like you said, I’m one of the most trusted on the other side. But that doesn't mean I haven't considered the Resistance's futility. I just might decide to give the information you so desire." I let my words sink in for a few moments. "You need an advisor to stay in your spot, do you not?”
He nodded, lost in thought. “I do.”
“And you like your position, I assume?”
I couldn’t help but notice a smile grace his lips. “I must admit, I do. Especially all the in’s and out’s, you know?”
“I would like to,” I muttered under my breath. Then I quickly asked, “What do you say?”
He hesitated. “But your a girl. Girls aren’t allowed in posts.”
I sighed. I was afraid he’d bring that up. I twisted my hair into a hasty braid & pulled out my pocketknife. Taking a deep breath I braced myself and cut through my thick ponytail, letting it fall to the floor. “I can pass for a tenor, you know,” I said, lowering my voice to demonstrate. "So do we have a deal?"
He considered for a few moments. “Alright,” he said finally. “We have a deal.”
As we shook hands, I plunged my crossed fingers into my pocket with the faintest trace of a smirk, recalling the words: "I will follow where they go. I will learn their little secrets, I will know the things they know."