Her name blinked on his screen repeatedly, ‘Shae O’Reilly' a cascading blue amongst dark walls. Artemis smiled to himself, and under the low hums of drumming music, pressed the call button.
"Shae O’Reily," he murmured through the phone in a voice so smug, so sure. Leaning his back against the siding of a building, he exhumed the look of pompous arrogance; suit was pristine, hair done in a manner that would kill. He looked sharp—exceptionally so—but it wasn’t just for business, and this Purgatory manager could expect far more than a mere professional visit. "Are you sitting pretty, my dear? I heard your business was going very well. Very profitable. I decided that if we wanted to play this game, I would make the first move, and you the first recipient. I hope you don’t mind—" a playful smirk was heard, his expression literally audible through sheer tone alone "—but then again, it wouldn’t matter if you did or not. Mind if I come in? It seems as if tonight is another busy day, but I’m sure you can spare some time for an old friend."