“I need to speak with your branch leader, Wilhelm. Please, let him know,” Dustin said calmly.

The two receptionists exchanged glances. They looked awkward.

Someone who had just walked in demanded to see the branch leader and addressed him by his first name!

In the Grayvale black market, hardly anyone dared to show such disregard for manners.

“Sir, may I ask who you are?” one of them cautiously asked.

“Dustin Fox from Rivenesco. Just pass the message along. He’ll come out to see me