The door to my office opened and Sylnie entered.
She was still wearing her French maid outfit that gave her bottomless cleavage. It had been a while since I'd seen her. I stared openly. I couldn't help myself.
"Sir," she said demurely, "You have a visitor in the waiting room. He requests to meet with you there immediately."
At least I think that's what she said. I struggled to listen because I suddenly realized that I really didn't want Halkkor to see me pop a boner after one look at my secretary. It seemed like a sign of weakness and I'd already shown him too many of those.
I quickly ushered Sylnie out the door. As I followed her, I said, "Excuse me one moment, Halkkor, I'll be back as soon as I can." Halkkor gave me an even gaze which seemed to say that he wasn't deeply offended by the discourtesy but he didn't much like being demoted to second priority.
As I closed the door, making sure to keep my crotch turned away from the lethal-hulk-beast-thing, I said, "Gus, why don't you run our guest here through a quick outline of how the Department of Transportation works?"
Gus shot me a helpless look of betrayal and nodded sadly. I closed the door. In the privacy of the hallway, I asked Sylnie to repeat what she'd just told me.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's Azraal," she replied. "He wanted me to stress that he comes in peace."
"Do you believe him?" I asked.
She shrugged, making her boobs wobble slightly. "He came alone. I think he's in the waiting room because he knows it's being watched by your demons. It's kind of like a public place in your territory where he's likely to get caught if he tries to attack you."
I nodded. "Okay, thanks." Almost unwittingly, I peered down her dress one more time. "I like your outfit," I mumbled apologetically.
She smiled. "I know."
Blushing, I wordlessly teleported to the waiting room to meet Azraal.