[A few days ago]
A few men were meeting at the HKSBC bank headquarters in London when someone entered the room.
" Sir, There is someone called Quinn, asking for you. " The secretary bowed and reported about the sudden visitor.
" Huh, Can't you I am busy with my friends? beside I don't anyone with that name. Now go bring some more bottles of bourbon from my stash!" The man at the centre asked.
" B-but sir, your father-"
" What? Why are you bringing that senile old man in this conversation. Do as I tell you? Alright?"
The secretary obeyed as he quickly brought what the man asked. He was still hesitant if he should continue.
"Sir, He said he wants to report something important about someone named 'Abigail Fontaine'. He stated repeatedly that it was urgent. Should I send him away?"
" Abigail? Bring him up! " The man raised his eyebrows; he remembered that name fondly. His 'friends' also had confused looks on their faces.
