Responsibly, Hiyori followed the doorman's instructions until reaching the hallway this woman's office was supposedly in. From there, he walked slowly past each door, paying close attention to them. It wasn't long before he began to feel a sense of dread — how was he going to find any sign of them without any guidance? — but an overheard conversation from the open next door distracted him from it.
"Aren't we going overboard on this? Keeping those people in the basement is going to cause more problems with that guy and his money than anything else."
"Oh, shut up. Just because you're a fan of his you wanna go easy on him. We get it!"
An argument played out between three different voices, and they cut the meeting short without resolving it. As soon as he heard them begin to head out, he stepped away from the door, against the wall, and watched them move down the hallway in the direction he'd come from.
"You'd think one of our women would have better hobbies," scoffed the first man to leave, and a second man shuffled after him, encouraging the disparaging remarks. That left the third voice he'd heard behind, and he decided to take his chances. He stepped inside.
"Who the hell are you?" the one remaining asked, her head snapping up to glare at him. When he set aside the package, removed his sunglasses, and gave her a dazzling smile, her hostility shifted to starstruck.
"I think you know very well who I am," Hiyori answered with a wink. "Unfortunately, I'm short on time. I'll give you 50,000 Dust and an autograph if you tell me where they're being held."
Her mouth, half open, snapped shut. She nodded vigorously, and he pulled out his phone to start the transfer.
"I dunno where they're keeping the guy. Just that he's definitely lower. But if you check the storage rooms just under this room, you should find the gals pretty quick. Holy shit, I'm your biggest fan—"
She continued to ramble a bit while he followed through on his promises, and even threw him a black jacket someone left in the room that he gladly put on. Eager to leave after that, he promised to keep her cooperation a secret with a finger pressed to his lips. He left the empty box where it was, replaced his sunglasses, and headed out in search of the nearest staircase down.
The trip down was uneventful, but the second he stepped out on the first basement floor, he could hear more bodies around. Looking as if he belonged was his only method of survival now.
Popping together a few of the buttons on the jacket, Hiyori kept his head up and forward. A calm stride carried him forward toward the area of the floor beneath that meeting room, and the few figures he passed barely spared him a glance.