Chapter 65: The Do-it-yourself Approach.

"Hmm, Hayes... I've heard that name somewhere. You've got this name from your mother's or father's side?" the man asked.

"My father's," Emily replied. Why is he asking?

"Hmm, you've got it from your father, you're saying. Very interesting."

The girl had no idea what was interesting about that, but the old man looked pleased with her answer.

They climbed the steps and entered the building through the main entrance. Emily did not need to go there, the entrance to the Pharaoh magazine was generally on the other side. But abandoning someone in need of your help would be wrong, right?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Pitcher," the security guard at the reception jumped up and beamed as if he had been waiting for this old man's arrival all his life.

"Hello, Billy. How is your wife, kids?" asked the gray-haired dandy.

"Thank you, everything is fine. Are you going upstairs? I can accompany you there."