"Hurry, hurry, hurry! The Fest Number cargo ship has been at the dock for over an hour now; why isn't the cargo unloaded yet?"
"Dock three! Dock three urgently needs more hands! Anyone available, come with me!"
Workers clad in thick woolen sweaters rushed back and forth inside the building, exceedingly busy. Not even a ghost's shadow could be seen in the break area; the workers were either on the docks or on their way there.
This was the office of the Bruto Company, a vital place for managing import and export business. All of the company's managers were here; even if the headquarters collapsed, this place could not.
In the past, Grey Wolf Dino used the startup capital given to him by Marvin to rent this not-so-large room and successfully made a comeback.
For Bruto Company, this place was their soul, the unforgettable location of their rise to prominence.
