Chapter 65: Mob Boss
Twenty minutes passed, then thirty. Arthur remained patient, his mind preoccupied with his approach to Mr. Hillard.
The receptionist finally returned, a relieved smile on her face.
"Mr. Hillard will see you now, Mr. John," she announced.
Arthur rose from his seat. This woman, caught between her duty and an undeniable air of importance, had ultimately chosen to grant him an audience.
He nodded his thanks and followed her towards a set of elevators. Another brief ascent, another hallway adorned with expensive artwork, and finally, Arthur stood before a massive oak door.
The receptionist gave him a final, encouraging smile before shepherding him inside.
Xavier Hillard wasn't what Arthur expected. The man's size overwhelmed the large oak desk he sat behind.
A thick cigar protruded from his lips. He wore a black suit that was strained at the seams, and the fabric was clearly enlarged to fit his size. Jewelry also glinted on his fingers.
This was the exact image of a corporate leader that Arthur had verified with his Tamashii. This was a mob boss—exactly who he needed.
"Mr. Hillard, I presume?" Arthur greeted him.
Xavier grunted, putting out his cigar, saying, "That's me. You're John, right? Heard you have some business for me."