"Okay, thank you for your troubles."
"Of course."
Having organized his briefcase, the young man bowed to Marvin and the others to bid farewell, then he quickly hurried away from the dock area.
Taking out a key, Marvin and his companions arrived at Canary Wharf Number Twenty Two, an old three-story stone house that was joined to others. The walls bore the mottled marks of age, and moss had grown in the corners. The furnishings inside were also quite antiquated, and the floorboards creaked noisily, sounding on the verge of collapse.
"A major renovation is needed."
After inspecting the whole house, Marvin decided to replace all the floorboards and furnish it with new pieces, transforming it into an office before hanging the sign for Manstein Maritime Company...
Seeing that Marvin and the others seemed to want to stay a bit longer, as if they still had business there, Freya stood up to leave. After she left, Marvin pushed open the window and let out a sharp whistle.
Plop.
