After interrogating Cecil to their satisfaction, Devon and Ambrose pulled him out of the suite, taking him to the Guild master.
They'd checked on Orion before leaving, Ambrose whispering to him that they'll be back in a minute. They could've just called security and have them take him… but Ambrose didn't trust it.
What if Han's corruption ran deeper? What if he had people working for him even in the Guild's security team?
As Ambrose and Devon stopped in front of an elevator, the A-Rank dangling between their hands—the former's phone buzzed. He frowned, pulling it out as the elevator doors slid open.
"Viktor?" He was already rolling his eyes. Devon gave him a look that made him grunt. "Don't worry. I can answer it later."
"He's going to keep calling, you know?"
"This is important." They strode into the elevator, dragging Cecil with them. As the doors closed, Ambrose added. "His call can wait."
Devon insisted. "He's just going to keep calling. And I think you know that as well."
