In an office at Arkham Hospital, Schiller had just arrived and was looking over the information registered the previous day.
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang, vibrating with a "buzz buzz buzz." Schiller picked it up and put it to his ear. Strange's voice came from the other end.
"Schiller, the Sanctum Sanctorum is short on staff. We transferred a batch of mages and customer service people to handle deposit services, and now that the insurance business has launched, there simply aren't enough people to go around. Every team leader is complaining to me about being understaffed!"
Strange stretched out an arm and pointed beside him. "Our top salesperson this quarter told me that if he doesn't get more people, he'd rather go back to prison than keep doing this. The person in charge of Team Three just called me too. The people under him don't understand insurance sales at all—they almost got scammed by a Demon God..."
"Schiller, please, think of something! Every day we waste means another day of lost results. If the year-end report looks too bad, Loki will laugh at me!"
Schiller leisurely switched the phone to his other hand and said while writing up a medical record, "Short on people? Go find Nick. Don't come to me!"
With that, he hung up. He had barely set down his phone when it rang again. The buzzing ringtone made Schiller frown. He picked it up once more, and Nick's voice came from the other end.
"Schiller, tell me this: Hydra's been developing for so many years, so why do they only have this many members? Guess how many people they sent me last month? Fewer than thirty agents in total!"
Nick clasped his hands together and slapped them lightly. "The United Nations set up an inspection