Milena was right, as always. Sarya didn't have anyone else to turn to or anywhere else to go. And she wasn't lying when she said she had always come through in the past. That didn't stop Sarya from hesitating, her eyes searching the ceiling as though the answer to her dilemma was hidden in the rafters.<br/><br/>After a few seconds of contemplation, Sarya's chin tilted back down as she gazed upon Milena's smug smile. God, she hated this woman so much right now. Forcing others to accept raw deals was her specialty, though, so Sarya couldn't say she was surprised by the outcome. The corner of Sarya's lips folded in a frown as she slouched forward and leaned on the counter with her hands. "Fine." She let out a sigh as she spoke, her head hanging in between her shoulders for a moment in resignation. "I'll do your shady little job. Just get the book translated." Sarya hoisted her head back up to look at Milena, a weary look in her eyes. "Where am I headed?"