With a deep inhalation, Galilea gracefully swept her hair aside and spoke. "I believe I need not specify a particular film or the like. My requirement is simply to reinstate my resources to their former state.” She alluded to the period preceding Cesar's demise.

Tyrone nodded sagely, affirming, “Consider it done."

“I have another condition," Galilea interjected.

“Please, go on.”

Galilea's lips curled into a knowing smile. “A dinner soirée is slated in a few days. I would appreciate your presence as my escort. After the soirée concludes, I will testify."