The new managers were in for an interesting surprise when they arrived at their new office.

"What the devil is this?" Andre gestured to the letter on his desk.

"A letter, obviously."

Andre face-palmed. "Yes that's quite evident Firmin! It's just... an odd letter, that's all."

"Yes, that seal is certainly unique." Firmin replied.

"Hmm." Andre broke open the seal, as Firmin looked about the room.

"My Dear Managers," Andre read, "...Welcome Monsieur's to my Opera. I do so hope you will treat it with the dignity it deserves."

"MY OPERA?!" Firmin exclaimed.

Andre, (quite used to these sort of outbursts) continued reading.

"...Rehearsals today were damnable as I'm sure you agree. - Well that's at least true." Andre remarked.

Firmin nodded, stroking his beard.

"I would suggest you find somebody capable to play as the lead!"

"Why I never!!" Firmin growled.

"-unless of course you wish to make the audience's ears bleed. In which case feel free to leave Soreli as the lead." Andre gasped. "Why the audacity!!"

Firmin snatches the letter from Andre.

"In other matters I have not received my salary. I shall expect the 2000 Francs?! in my box by the end of the day." Firmin threw the letter down on the desk, in favor of breathing heavily.

"This has to be somebody's idea of a joke! A SICK SICK JOKE!"Firmin huffed.

Andre approached the letter as if it might bite, reading the rest..."I do rather hope we can come to an agreement. I'd hate to have a repeat of the whole Carlotta incident. Messy business...And as always I remain your obedient servant. O.G."

"What in the bloody hell is an O.G.?!" Firmin demanded to know.

"This is an outrage..." Andre remarked softly.

A soft knock was heard on the door.

"Come in." The men coursed.

Madame Giry entered the room.

"Bonjour monsieurs" She smiled.

"Madame Giry. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Andre smiled.

 Mme Giry replied sagely, "I heard the shouting and presumed the Ghost left you a note."

"The Ghost? What are you talking about woman?" Firmin exclaimed.

Madame Giry raised an eyebrow.

"May I sit?"

"By all means. Pardon us for being rude." Andre replied with a pointed look at Firmin.

She seated herself and waited for the men to join her.

They did and she smiled at the letter.

"The Opera Ghost sends his regards?"

"Opera Ghost?"

"Oui O.G."

"Ah, so that's what that stands for." Andre smiled.

"What do you mean ghost?!" Firmin snarled.
"There has been a Ghost for as long as I can remember. He has always occupied box five, and frequently gives good advice."

"A ghost... Poppycock!" Firmin interjected.

"I would not take these things so lightly. There have been incidents..."Madame Giry cautioned.

"I hardly think that we'll be taking advice from a superstitious woman. Besides this is probably just from some jilted cast member!" Firmin frowned.

"I beg your monsieurs! But I will not be spoken about in such a manner!"

"Do you like your job madame?" Firmin seethed.

"...Oui monsieur." Mme Giry glowered.

"Then you will leave this instant and talk no more of this ghost. Especially to the other members do you understand?"

"Oui. I understand." She clipped.

She left without being dismissed, slamming the door behind her.

"What shall we do Firmin?" Andre worried.

"We shall call all the cast together. And ask whoever wrote this to step forward." Firmin replied confidently.

"A very sensible plan!"