Monica Murdoch

Levi walked into 7 Eastbourne that late afternoon; upon his entrance in the small building's main door, he immediately heard Mrs. Whitehall's familiar voice. His brows furrowed in both annoyance and curiosity; she was laughing, as to why he doesn't know. But in his opinion, it sounded like she was torturing their neighbor's corgis. But what caught his interest most was the fact that her laughter was coming from HIS flat upstairs. 

He shook his head for a moment and turned right to enter the agency door; his eyes landed on the boys. All of them sat on their desks with either writing on files or talking to someone through the phone. Their brows furrowed in concentration; everyone was busy. To the slicked blond, that was a good sign; money was coming in thanks to the leprechaun gods. He and Marco had even been considering employing a new person to help with the boys' work. Hopefully, it will help lighten the load on each of them.