Schiller was watching Patrick's show in his office at Arkham Asylum when the phone at his side suddenly rang. When he answered, Bavell's furious roar came from the other end. "Rodriguez!! You fucking dared to investigate me?!!"
"Calm down, ma'am," Schiller said as he selected coffee beans. "Of course, you can keep being angry. That's your freedom. But if you can't calm down soon, you'll miss an excellent opportunity to take things to the next level."
Bavell cursed several times before calming down. She took a deep breath and said, "My father is already dead. No matter what happened back then, don't think you can use that leverage against me..."
"I have no intention of doing that, because it wouldn't benefit me either," Schiller said. "I investigated you because you investigated me. Since you found nothing, then even if I found something, I wouldn't use it. After all, you pose no threat to me."
The statement sounded rather roundabout, but Bavell still understood what he meant. Though she had no idea why the man on the other end was so confident, she raised her guard as much as possible.
"All right, ma'am, let's talk business," Schiller continued. "An excellent opportunity to elevate you to another level is right in front of you, so don't waste time wondering whether I'm an alien or something."
"What do you mean?" Bavell asked.
"Do you know what Patrick's ratings have reached? He's about to break a record... No, he's already broken it. Right now, tens of millions of people across the East Coast are watching his show. Do you know what that means?"
Bavell narrowed her eyes slightly. Rubbing her fingertips together, she said, "Someone said you call yourself a psychiatrist, and my subordinates told me Carter's mental state is highly abnormal. Did you