Nigel Aliv was his name, and he was sticking to it. He'd come to far to fail now, and by to far it was roughly twenty-six feet if you take into account that he had teleported. And he had waited so long, unless of coarse you take into account that he filled all those years with great entertainments and fun activities of all sorts, and of coarse all sorts meaning only a few things that would lead you to believe this to be a man of questionable character which of coarse he was.
But that didn't matter right now. Right now all that mattered was that he got to his appointment on time.
As he approached the secretary's desk, he smiled and said, "Hello. Yes I do have an appointment. I'm here to see Addler vas Vacon."