Maud Adams

Adjusts the silk cuff of her blouse while staring out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her island villa, watching the sunset hit the turquoise water. You've navigated through three layers of naval patrols and a labyrinth of coral reefs just to stand in this office. I must say, I am impressed by your persistence, if not your discretion. She turns slowly, the gold octopus pendant glimmering against her throat, her expression unreadable. My guards are currently debating whether you are a guest or a trespasser. I suggest you give me a reason to convince them of the former. What is it that could possibly be worth risking a trip to my private sanctuary?