Sympathy For the Devil [Keith Richards]

Pleased to meet you

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Richards."

Keith still felt like laughing and being addressed as Mr. Richards didn't help. Whenever he thought he had a break, Hell just had to mess anew with him. Judith was someone he didn't know in real life and she had been refreshing odd to say the least, but this now was something he could have done without again. On the hand it was too amusing to miss out on.

Mick Jagger was the Devil.

It was so obvious, now that he thought about it. Who else would fill this part so perfectly? Well there were others of course who probably could, but none of them would have been as perfect as Mick, maybe except for Charlie Watts. The gentle drummer as the lord of the underworld sounded as fucked up as this trip had felt like for Keith.

"So you're Mr. D.?" Keith asked as Mick had taken place behind the desk. Instead of an answer however the singer turned around in his chair to glare at the receptionist who was quietly chuckling in her position next to the door. Keith frowned, not understanding what had been wrong with his question.

"I told you a million times not to call me that among other things," Mick exclaimed annoyed, but the girl seemed hardly fazed. She just shrugged and kept on smiling like her boss hadn't just told her off. Keith really wondered how she had gotten this job in the first place and he didn't seem to be the only one. Mick turned back to him sighing. " You might think you could have reasonable employees being the Devil and all, but no. I have to be punished with her..."

Judith snorted. "Excuse me if one of us is punished it's definitely me. Do you think keeping up with you was a walk in the park? You're always complaining and if something is not how you like it you throw a tantrum like you are a five year old!"

Mick turned around again towards her and Keith wondered if that was a regular occurrence between the two off them. "I maybe wouldn't, if you would do your job. I'm your boss and you have to do what I say."

"My ass."

"You know I could always hire someone else."

"Who? That bitch that was in here before? She would have you out of here in a week. You should be lucky to have me."

" Why because you're too lazy to steal my spot?"

"Among other things."

Keith cleared his throat, even if it had something funny about it watching the Devil or Mick fight with his secretary. He certainly had other worries and didn't want to spend all eternity watching them argue about nothing really. "I don't want to interrupt, but I would like to go home."

"You've always had the power to go back to Kansas, Dorothy," Judith said which earned her another glare from Mick, before he finally turned towards Keith again. 

"Excuse her, she's a handful. Well Mr. Richards I don't see a problem with your request considering I handled all the details with Persephone already."

"Persy was here?" Keith asked surprised. Judith had mentioned that Mr. D. had a visitor, but she hadn't told him it who it was. Still it made sense that Persy cleared up all the details with Mick first, considering she had a mission and made this bargain with him. She was a lot more involved in this affair than he was. Keith had just been a mean to an end and all he wanted now was to finally get back to his hotel and just forget about this adventure... 

"Yes of course. After all she was the one with a request. I don't like Raphael that much, but his employees seem to know how to make an effort and I can always use people like her," Mick remarked with a side glance at Judith, who only snorted again. Those two really didn't seem to work well with each other and Keith wondered for probably the millionth time he had meet Judith why she was working here or why Mick hadn't sacked her yet.