The elevator doors closed and the elevator started descending to the ground floor.
"Youngest client we've ever onboarded. Twenty years old," Hargreaves said, with a proud smile on his face and quiet satisfaction in his voice. "And he agreed immediately. No conditions, no negotiation."
Fletcher stood beside him, the tablet tucked under his arm. "Things are probably going to start changing now that Halcyon and the trust they manage has made an appearance."
"Indeed, we will start seeing some changes," Hargreaves said. He looked at the doors ahead of him. "I expected him to ask for something before we left. Surprised he didn't."
"He didn't ask today," Fletcher said. "Doesn't mean he won't ask another time. Now that he's a client, he'll be contacting us."
Hargreaves smiled slightly and said nothing.
It was at that moment that his phone rang. He looked at the screen.
Steven Craig.
He picked up without hesitation.
"Mr. Craig."
"Are you still in the building?"
