Trickster sighed, looking helpless as he sat there.
"Alright. If I need your help with anything, I'll call you," Owen Lewis said.
He thought for a moment. Lately, he and Annie Davidson had been on their honeymoon, so he hadn't managed much of his business. He had come here this time partly to see if there were any oversights. Although Maxwell Peary had instructed him to bring some operations into the open, assuring him that he [Maxwell] would personally oversee the business here, Owen Lewis was still uneasy. Moreover, dealing with the public-facing matters was a real headache for him. He also had no idea when Alan Morgan, who always failed him at crucial moments, would return.
"That works. With those words from Young Master Lewis, I can rest easy," Trickster said with a smirk, then stood up and left.
Watching Trickster walk away, the smile on Owen Lewis's face gradually faded.
As he walked into the Black Market, he began undressing.
Suit... tie... shirt...
