Anton Harrier enters the General Manager's office, hands behind his back as he does so. He seems pretty lackadaisical, not worried in the slightest. That ends up contrasting with the general manager, who by now seems to be at his tether's end after hours of negotiating. Thankfully, Anton Harrier was known to be pretty easy to deal with when it came to contract talks, which meant that he could perhaps get him for less.

GM: So, Harrier, normally I wouldn't call you up but we have a problem.
Harrier: Huh. As in?
GM: Well, as you may have heard, the team had to deal with some financial blows recently.
Harrier: Is it from that bit where your nephew blew a ton of money on pictures of monkeys or something?
GM: Now, I can't privy you about it.
Harrier: Eh, why not? I could get the money back.

Silence followed.

GM: ...You could?
Harrier: Aye, sure.

He then left the room in a rush. The day after, the entirety of the funds blown by the treasurer was returned to the team with an incoherent apology letter. To this day, nobody knows what Harrier did.