Jia leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "And what's in it for me?"
"Jia," Victor said, his voice low and gravelly, as she approached. "You're right on time."
Jia raised an eyebrow. "Mediate? With fists and guns, or with charm and wit?"
"I'm always punctual," Jia replied, sliding into the booth across from him. "But let's get to the point. You called me here for a reason."
Victor leaned in, his expression turning serious. "The situation has escalated. There are players coming into town who think they can muscle in on our territory. I need someone with your... particular set of skills to help mediate."