Some hours before.
In the Arterix.
Azhriel walked down the quiet hallway the manager had pointed out. On both sides, identical doors stood in a neat row, each marked with a number and holding a broker inside.
He stopped at cabin number eight and knocked.
"Hm? Who is it? You can come in." A smooth voice drifted from within.
Pushing the door open, Azhriel stepped inside. A man with brown hair and yellow eyes was moving briskly around the room, slipping items into a suitcase.
He wore a tailored black suit that gave off a detective's air, topped with a matching hat that cast a shadow over his face.
The man glanced up, his sharp gaze meeting Azhriel's blue eyes. "Hm? And you are…?" Phantom asked.
"Hello, Mr. Phantom. I heard you're resigning today," Azhriel said calmly.
"Yes, I am. Though… is that any concern of yours?"
