His Supervisor

It was a tiefling woman in about her mid thirties, with pale blue skin and black horns poking up through her pale hair. A real slave driver, she was as result oriented as they come. She had ambitions, and gods above help anyone who stood in her way. Today she was dressed in a white pencil skirt and suit jacket over a red tank top.

Arthur sent up a quick prayer to Mordam the patron saint of tech, and stepped through the door. She turned to face him.

“Well, at least you’re on time. I need your department’s inventory reports.”

“I could take a stock but it might take a bit, I’m by myself down here.”

She sighed “I’ll assign you some help, if you don’t have updated reports go down to dead files and grab last year’s, and make adjustment as needed.” She pushed past him and left the office.

Arthur couldn’t help but glance at her appreciatively. She was lithe and athletic. Her skirt was just on the correct side of office appropriate.

Updated reports, gods below this is going to be a long day.

“Okay, down to dead files to see what I can scrounge up.”

He headed over to the elevators.