"And you are?"
The old man seated at the head of the long table raised a brow. It took him a heartbeat to register the presence of these uninvited guests.
His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the badges that were being proudly flaunted at their chest.
He wasn't pleased. Even a representative from the Galactic Union shouldn't have the gall to barge into the Lionel private chambers without an appointment.
"Gregory Weinstein. Galactic Union Senior Investigation Team, Department Zero."
Leo pulled a crumpled slip of paper from his pocket and flicked his wrist. He flashed it with the speed of a seasoned pro, the ID appearing as nothing more than a blur of ink before he tucked it away with casual nonchalance.
"This is my team." Leo gestured vaguely to the group behind him, his expression filled with bureaucratic boredom.
Before the Lionel Family Head could even draw breath to say something, Leo pressed the advantage.
