"Are you sure that's exactly what they said?"
In the general manager's office of Lesun Company, Falachi looked at the two subordinates with their disheveled appearance, his forehead creasing into layers of wrinkles.
"Yes, after we were driven out of the Yeni Temple, we tried all sorts of methods to get in touch with the Gate of Destiny. But... their person in charge has no plans to meet with us at all. They didn't even give us a business card!" Ronnie Mont, covering half of his swollen face, mumbled indistinctly, "They don't have a specific place of business. They just opened a medicine shop next to the temple."
"Heh... interesting." Falachi toyed with the two night pearls in his hand, "You did make it clear to them that you were there to visit on behalf of Lesun Company, right?"
The two nodded repeatedly.
"Enough, get out. An embarrassment, both of you, can't even handle a nun." He waved them off, signaling them to get lost, then called his secretary over.
