The clerk looked at the stacks of cash inside the vault, then nervously stepped over the threshold. Solomon followed closely behind him.
"Can you store everything in this vault?" Solomon asked, gesturing to the massive fortune.
The clerk nodded hesitantly. "I can do it, but it will take some time to process everything into the pocket dimension."
"We do not have enough time for that," Solomon stated, checking his imaginary watch. "You have to hurry."
The clerk paused and looked at him in genuine confusion. "You already dealt with every enforcer in this building. Who else is coming?"
"The cops," Solomon answered bluntly.
The clerk gasped, his face turning completely pale. "Did the executives manage to call the authorities before you killed them?!"
"It was not them," Solomon replied, offering a calm smile. "I called the cops."
