[color=fdc68a]"Mm, yes. Woof woof [i]indeed[/i], hound."[/color], Mr. Slake muttered with undisguised contempt as he placed his business card back into his breast pocket, [color=fdc68a]"I suppose for all the heavenly host's gifts, a little [i]class[/i] isn't among them."[/color]

Slouching a little, he leaned back with his upper elbows against the podium and looked up at the gaping void above them, flawless pillars rising into the aether, their tips obscured by slate-grey fog. He let out a long, shuddering sigh, regretting his transfer already. Sure, maybe he had lied about his credentials a tiny bit, owed a few minor favors, been on the wrong end of an audit or two, but this was Hell! [i]Everyone[/i] was a scumbag, he was just better at making a career of it.

[color=fdc68a]"...So-"[/color], he started, taking stock of his new coworkers. [color=fdc68a]"-is this normal for you lot? Getting ditched in the middle of the interview, I mean."[/color]