 Meh... Why not?
That morning Benjamin Amsten got a blip. Not a big blip. But a blip.
And being the person he was, any blip was important. But this blip was on a private connection- A connection he set up with the American Ministry of Magic.
The American Ministry may or may not know it exists. [That's classified]
Benjamin grabbed every file he could and made his way over to the boss-man's office. He was wearing his usual suit and tie. The Fedora was on his desk. The semi-bulging manila folder was under his arm.
*knock knock knock* |