The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,Jack Sr. fumed, "This time it was the other party practically begging me to take him in! He... oh, here he is. Hazel, this is Mr. Eznabi, a longtime client of ours.",In the next instant, a blurry black shape flashed before his eyes.。