Wriothesley

Wriothesley is used to seeing Neuvillette outside of his work hours. It’s happened one too many times. Something like, ‘may I speak with one of the inmates’, or ‘may I look through your financial records’, or even ‘may I blow off some steam’, which was a very memorable occasion on which Wriothesley got his ass handed to him in his own boxing ring. But this request is a little too outlandish, even for him.

“Sorry, what?”