"Hello, Mr. Stagg." Schiller stepped forward and shook hands with the young man before him. He was a little too young, looking like he had just graduated from college. He wore a turtleneck sweater and black-rimmed glasses, nothing like the leader of a major corporation.
But considering that his uncle, Simon Stagg, had been sentenced to more than two hundred years in prison for partnering with Scarecrow to carry out terrorist attacks in Gotham, it was only natural that he had been hurriedly pushed into the position.
Although Stagg Industries had a biopharmaceutical division, its operations were broad-ranging, much like Wayne Enterprises. Finance was one of its pillar industries as well. Though the biopharmaceutical division had been shut down, that did not affect the other departments. Any corporation capable of gaining a foothold in Gotham had deep roots and could not be easily touched.
"I'm very sorry about Abdonis's death," Stagg said. "We did speak at a reception before, but only for a few minutes. We had no further contact after that, so I'm afraid I can't be much help with this case."
"No rush, Mr. Stagg. There are just a few routine questions I need to ask. Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?"
Stagg had no choice but to lead him to the sofas in the reception area. Schiller casually glanced at the ashtray.
"Before I came upstairs, the lady at the front desk told me you had a visitor. I'm sorry for dropping by so abruptly and interrupting your business."
"It's fine, Agent. Ask whatever you need."
"How much do you know about Abdonis?"
"To be honest, I barely knew him. I haven't been in charge of the company for long. I don't even know everyone in my own company, much less Wayne Enterprises. Besides,