"The vault? At Gringotts? We'd have to speak with the Goblins and make sure that they know that I'm going in there with your permission. They aren't as prejudiced, but they will use any excuse to keep people out of the vaults," he said, thinking about everything that it would entail, then Black kept talking and he was absolutely confused.
"Wait, we went from carrying a few cases to doing your books to being a manager? Are you sure that you read what I said? I'm a werewolf. You got that part, right?" He probably should stay quiet, but he'd rather work carrying boxes and have a steady job than to have everything disappear because he and Black overextended themselves. "You want a werewolf as a manager? Do you know how many people will quit rather than having to deal with me? And do you know how many will stay away from your club because of me?" This made no sense. "With all due respect, Mr. Black, you might want to rethink that. Not that I'm not grateful, but-"