Asking for and accepting help was becoming easier with each passing day. While Delilah would prefer to hold full control over each and every movement and action, she was beginning to realize things were working much more quickly to their proper ends with others' help. First, it had been allowing Julian to help and Soren and Aishe. Then, the foreigner, Tabora. What few verbal reports she'd received certainly sounded as though she had made a good amount of progress. In fact, she seemed somehow more invested in things than before for reasons Delilah couldn't even begin to explain.
Delilah had settled things days ago with Soren, Cedric, and Corc regarding what would be going on to see to the rescue of Teague, yet she found the promise the Garou would hardly allow their government to topple over simply not enough. She had sent the owl to Morgana Calloway, ambassador to Italy, the day she had met Tabora after having spent the three days prior wrestling with the idea of doing so. While Trevor's notebooks had early on expressed trust of the highest caliber toward Calloway, they had deviated to periods of mistrust and seemed to have a fairly volatile establishment. Still, nothing she had seen pointed explicitly to reason to doubt the former press secretary's ability to do her job or remain loyal to the regime. The only thing she had seen, which involved events surrounding a failed murder of then-target Evelyn Winslow, could have been a matter of perspective. Delilah certainly wouldn't assign the amount of blame to Calloway that Trevor had.
The message had been simple:
8 April 2012
Things are not as they were when you left. You may have heard rumors of Lord Williams' abdication. Such is, regretfully, true. Given this, your government has settled on rocky terms. We require your presence in England to ensure affairs are settled and Ms. Chase has been given correct information regarding her new position. As you know, the press secretary is essential to our continued success. You have seven days to settle your affairs return, and I expect you in my office no later than twelve noon on 16th March. Food will be provided.
Lord Teague MacTáil
Certainly, Delilah had forged Teague's writing and signature, but it was necessary to maintain the charade. Calloway would learn the truth soon enough. The question remained: Just how much was wise to tell her?
Even now, Delilah resolved to tell her only what was necessary. The slaves had brought up the sandwiches and the salad and a nicely paired wine and goblets a few minutes ago. Now all that remained was Ms. Calloway's arrival. Delilah positioned herself at her desk in the adjoined office, knowing full well the front desk might insist on accompanying her up.