Charles spoke first.

"Before anyone says anything to answer Miss Corset, I'd like to remind everyone that it is forbidden by DEMON Corp to injure, maim or kill any of its employees within the office."

Exomis smiled and rolled his eyes.

"It was Charles."

Charles took a comically large side step away from Corset. Exomis continued.

"In any case... As I explained to Miss Gloves, Ghosts, damned that have yet to reach hell as their hate holds too much ties to this world if you aren't aware of the definition, are held up in the mountains east of here by some kind of Chinese wise guy. As Demons it is our duty to help these poor souls to accomplish their purpose, meaning creating as much misery in their vengeance as possible so they may go in hell to be punished for eternity for their sin. And by our duty I mean yours and that of Miss Gloves. I read your Dossier and I know why you're here, that you're looking for answers and all that. You might even find them but your primary purpose is gathering 1,000,001 coins to satisfy whatever archdemon sent you here, which you can do by killing spirits at random or by working for me. Both will require vast amount of work and in general will make you hate this place so much you'll do everything to go back to hell and thus make you work that much harder. A good system, wouldn't you agree? Make this unbearably bad for a shorter period of time or excruciatingly sickening over a longer one, we at DEMON Corp like to keep our employees motivated...

In any case, because you are both simple demon and because I find it funny to see demons try their shot at this 'Democracy' business, you are both partner and there shan't be any commanding officer in this business. And also, yes Miss Corset, I will allow you to BORROW the company SUV... If anything happen to it, it will be deducted on your current and future pay. You will be rewarded 100 Coins, 5,000 earthly cash, what allows you to buy things in the human world Miss Gloves, and whatever coins to may loot from the void of the spirits you have annihilated in your mission. Of course failure will be punished in both monetary and physical penalties. Whatever happens at the end of the day I will be happy, but as failure annoys me considerably and that torture doesn't provide the amount of happiness it once did eons ago, I strongly advise you not to fail. That will be all."

Before anything could be said, the room seemed to move around Corset and Silk although they felt no momentum. Seconds later they were in the hallway and the doors to the meeting room closed violently in front of the two demons. There was a flash of hellflames and a sound of intense agony as a demonic keyring materialized and began to float in front of them. Distance door lock and engine start-up, sweet.

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Some more smoke came out of Beardman's nose and mouth as he sighed and began to walk out of the home, signaling to J Keet to follow him outside. As Keet turned he could feel the woman hug him from behind and slip a piece of paper in his pocket, she whispered 'Call me later' and kissed him on the cheek.

"In the last 2 hours you've satisfied a 3rd tier need on the Maslow hierarchy of one person. Me I've through my business provided basic survival to at least 100 individuals and still counting as I fulfilled the need of 7 charity worker to feel good about themselves for helping others. Maybe if you used that money to get a degree in macroeconomics and maybe philosophy instead of buying a god damn bike then you'd understand how to make real change. But then again that would imply to do something else but sit on your ass, have sex and kill ghosts once in a while to get Earth Cash. Can't really blame you though, God made this system in the middle ages so while killing ghosts and helping only a few people could make a difference back then, times have change, but the church and religion, do not. So I guess that I'll just do what the big boss tells me to and help you in your futile task to gain coins so you can go back up there and I can stop having to babysit you."

He smoked some more before throwing his cigarette on the ground next to his car, a run down decade old Hyundai, and stepping on it.

"Now listen up, a little bird, and by that I mean a drunk and traumatized geologist, told me that he had been attacked by a bunch of creepy jumping gooks while exploring a mountain site. Since I actually have a general culture in human matters unlike a certain person I know, I remember that this site was the location where they tried to make the transcontinental railway 2 centuries ago. Didn't work and a few hundred Chinese workers dying of bad conditions and nitroglycerine later they changed the route. There was a lot of ghosts but they didn't kill everyone and they don't leave the place because of some Mister Miyagi kind of spirit being there. Still, angry ghosts held in one place just because of one spirit isn't good on the long term, plus, you need the coins. So get your ass out there and deal with this. It's East of the city so just take the interstate and Turn left at Sunny mountains. Maybe I'll make some god damn cake tonight when you return, good luck and everything."

On this, Beardman entered his shitty car.