Run off to work.

"Where the hell have you been?" Virginia demands. You had barely got to my desk before she called you into her office. "And look at the state of your clothes! Did you get so damned drunk or high that you traded your entire wardrobe with a midget? And don't feed me any crap about being sick, because I don't see any sick note in your hands. I swear, if you weren't the least incompetent excuse for an employ..."

Her voice became a dull buzzing when you see the horned man walk around the table and wrap his arm around her shoulders. She has no idea that he's there and continues to yell at you. "Wow." The horned man says, shaking his head. "What's eating her?"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Virginia snaps. You pull your attention from the demon back to her. Virginia stares at you angrily, exhales loudly and shakes her head while the demon sits down on the table in front of her. "You must be joking. You dare come in here, still off your face on booze or **** or whatever. In most cases, this would have just been a verbal warning, but since this is the greatest fuck-up I've ever seen, this is your only chance. Your next mistake will be the last you will have here. Do you get me?"

The demon whistles softly. "Better question would be "Why isn't anyone eating her?" because she could really use some release." He offers up his hands to you. "So, are you going to sit there and take it? Or do you want to shut her up and get her off your case?"