The man in the bone mask impatiently taps his pen against his wooden desk, the surface littered with paperwork. His gaze flicks to the ticking clock on the wall, they're 10 minutes late.His office door creaks open, the sound catches his attention and makes him sit up. Adjusting his posture, he clasps his hands on the surface of the desk and stares into the doorway."You're late my dear" Phantom grumbles, leaning back in his chair once he realizes who's just walked in