Mr Linton, I need your service. Get in the office.
Delivered 11:18
Mr Linton? I don't pay you for tardiness. Read my text. NOW.
Delivered 11:19
Sahib, I'm afraid Ifrit is not in the office.
Read 11:22
Indeed?
Read 11:23
Yes, Sahib.
Read 11:24
I see. I might add that's intolerable. Make sure she's at my front door at 11:30 a.m sharp.
Read 11:25
Yes, Sahib. As you wish, Sahib.
Read 11:26
Mr Linton, I order you to answer my messages.
Delivered 11:28
Read 11:34
Aye, aye, captain.
Read 11:34
Mr Linton, where in MAMMON'S NAME were you?
Read 11:36
I... uh, had something important to do.
Read 11:38
Indeed? I presume I'll have to remind you of the importance of your profession as my personal secretary.
Read 11:38
Yes, sir. I remember. I'm sorry for inconvinience.
Read 11:40
Pardon?
Read 11:41
What?
Read 11:42
Since when did you start apologizing?
Read 11:43
Uh, idk, I'm just not in a mood rn.
Read 11:43
Secret language again... What is bothering you?
Read 11:44
Since when do you care?
Read 11:44
I care because you're not being productive as my employee. That should indeed bother me. Now answer.
Read 11:46
Nothing, really.
Read 11:47
Mr Linton?
Read 11:48
Yes, sir?
Read 11:48
Don't lie to me. Has that something to do with money?
Read 11:50
What? Nah. It's just...
Read 11:52
Yes? You're my little ifrit after all. If I don't know what's bothering you then who should?
Read 11:53
A man is bothering me.
Read 11:53
A male creature? Did someone bribe you? Tell you to give him information about me? Steal a secret file from me? Ohh, only if it's Dalgliesh...
Read 11:54
No! It's nothing of that sort... he just... proposed me and... I had to say "yes".
Read 11:55
A "yes"? You said a "yes" to some man that is not me?
Read 11:55
What do you mean "is not me"? And yes, I agreed.
Read 11:56
Karim?
Read 11:58
Yes, Sahib?
Read 12:01
W.D.
Read 12:02
Another? But Sahib, we did that three times already...
Read 12:03
W.D. NOW!
Read 12:04
Yes, Sahib. As you wish.
Read 12:05
W.D?
Delivered 12:06
Wait, what does that mean?
Delivered 12:06
Tell me, you son of a bachelor!
Delivered 12:07
I'll give you a dollar if you tell me.
Delivered 12:08
Hello?
Delivered 12:13
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