Carlotta gone, Christine missing, the stage and the chandelier ruined, and the event was allover the papers. What a way to run their business. To top it all off, the ghost has returned to bother them. The day after that fateful performance, he had sent them a note, telling that Christine was fine, his patience with them gone, and that he expected his salary before today, noon. Who the hell was he to order them around? This ghost had no business telling them how to run the Opera House.
"Damn and curse him!" Andre shouted. "He has completely ruined us! What are we to do now?"
"Andre, calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down? The hell I will! This is ridiculous!"
"I know Andre. But what can we do?"
"I am quitting. I am taking my belongings and going as far away from this cursed place as I possibly can! And no damned ghost or you will stop me." Andre grabbed his hat and coat and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Firmin stood in the middle, glaring at the letter in his hand. They will… no, he will, have to smoke this ghost out, whoever he was. With that last thought in mind, he took his own hat and coat and followed Andre out.
Madame Giry watched the managers go, knowing full well their intentions. Fools indeed. They ignored His warnings, and now they were unwilling to pay the price. The Opera would still go on, she was sure of that. People liked this kind of commotion, they were attracted to it. Carlotta would eventually return. As for Christine, Mme Giry did not worry about the girl. Erik would take good care of her, for that was where she was, with him. She knew that because she had seen the flash of His white mask just before the lights went out. She also knew how terrible he must feel now. It was best to leave him alone and do what he asked. The only problem was, the managers did not understand that. Well, they will pay their price.
