Mirabella met David's gaze, seeming to know what he was about to ask. "I'd rather not say," she replied.
A flicker of disappointment passed through David's eyes. "Can't you tell me?"
Mirabella's eyebrows arched slightly. "Sorry, but why do you ask?"
David leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit deflated. Why was he asking, anyway? His mentor had been gone for years; how could she possibly be connected? Even if her skills seemed familiar, it was probably just a coincidence.
With a sigh, David dismissed the thought, his voice softening. "Never mind."
Mirabella raised an eyebrow.
David quickly shook off his mood and turned back to her. "Our Pharmacists’ Guild is always on the lookout for talented folks. Interested in joining?"
Taking her on as an apprentice was out of the question; her skills in herbalism far surpassed his own as president. If he could get her to join the guild, she'd be an incredible asset.
Mirabella shook her head. "I'm not really interested."
Johnny, who was nearby, cleared his throat, trying to hint that joining the Pharmacists’ Guild, especially with a personal invitation from Mr. Boyd, was a big deal.
David wasn't shocked by her refusal. He could tell she was someone who valued her freedom; with her talents, joining an organization wasn't necessary. But her ability to create ancient remedies... that was something he couldn't ignore.
After thinking for a moment, David offered again, "If you join us, I'll make you an honorary vice president. How does that sound?"
This time, Johnny's head snapped up, his face full of surprise.
Vice president...
Mirabella's eyes flickered. The title was tempting, but was she the kind to be swayed by such things?
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