I arrived at the director's office, knocked on the door, and saluted. The director recognized me, smiling slightly: "Sit down."
I took a seat on the chair, and the director personally made tea and handed it to me.
"How's the case going?"
"Still following up, it seems that Westgate has been shadowed by The Clandestine Bank for years, indicating their base might be in Summit City. I want to root them all out, director, can we notify customs to focus on whether ships heading to Iberian are hiding large amounts of cash transfers recently?"
