turning the key

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The demon cackled, playing idly with the golden, feathery cloud, watching it extend its frail figure forward and froe, rapping itself around his hand. He gave it another poke before shooing it away, begrudgingly twisting his feet back under his desk, perched on a office chair. His thin fingers clicked away at the keyboard, creating a hasty message upon the screen, reading: "dear miss lacy; we regret to inform you that your husband, lieutenant handerson, Indored  a fatal blow to the head by the butt of a shotgun. We are sorry for your loss,and are happy to answer any questions or concerns." With a sigh, he dragged the mouse over to "send." He hesitated, comparing his options. He reached over to the telephone, dialing 0. The phone rung several times before his call was answered by a nervous sounding woman. "M-may I h-help you?" He clicked his tongue impatiently. "Please switch me over to the front desk." He replied, recognizing the voices of one of the kitchen staff. "Right away s-sir!" He heard her let out a sigh of relief before the phone went silent, then once again alive with a ring. "Hello?" He sighed, rubbing the temples of his forehead. "Hi, this is Abby, how may I help you?"
"Hi Abby, could you tell me what I have on my afternoon schedule today?" He replied, tapping a pen on his desk.
"Right away sir. Just let me pull up your file real quick." He was put on hold, the sound of a poorly put together orchestra greeted him sheepishly. A few moments later, the music stopped and the Secretary was back on the line. "It says right here... Umm... That at 2:00 you have a meeting with the greeting desk... And at 4:00 the food and drug association request to talk to you about one of the kitchen staff.. And that's all that's coming up."
"Perfect." He mumbled sarcastically under his breath, remembering the last time the FDA accused one of the kitchen staff of using old meat in a soup or roast. "Thank you" he quickly said before hanging up and rushing out the office door.