A Great Escape
In the preparation room, there were several people coming and going, leaving and entering the room. The majority of them seemed to be members of the One Gang, recognizable by their purple and white tracksuits. They would either speak to Harvor directly or talk to one of those in lab coats.
Despite there being only one hour left until his big fight, Harvor was still on the phone, and he had been for a while. His phone constantly rang, and he was making many decisions.
This was a side of Harvor that not many knew—he was hardworking. He had to be, after all, to even conceive of a business like the AFC and make it all work. There was always another mystery that had never been solved to the public, a question people had stopped asking.