The door swung open, and Wayne stepped out, brimming with energy. After an hour of rest, he felt ready to face devils all day long.
Even Archangels were fair game; he wasn't picky.
Secretary Mona adjusted her glasses and followed behind him, spotting Cote sneakily poking her head around the corner. Internally, Mona cursed this old perv. The Holy Maiden of the Sun Church seemed overly curious, using the pretense of a Divine Decree to engage in shady business.
Wayne walked up to his desk, glanced at the three sprawled figures on the table, then at Lust lounging in the chair. With a wave of his hand, he instructed Mona and Cote to haul everyone into the inner room.
The bed in there was big enough to fit four people, no problem. Plus, having more companions was an advantage—less chance of waking up disoriented and failing to find the door.
