(continuing from https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44018194/ )

There was a loud bang as Nathan's office door was flung open violently. He jumped, swearing as he dropped his still lit cigarette into his lap, slapping at the still smouldering ashes.

The doorway seemed to be wreathed in flames. A feminine figure with wild, flowing hair was cast in silhouette, her eyes glowing a stark crimson as she shouted out, "NATHAN STILLWINTER!!!"

"Yes, damn it Megara! This is a new suit!"

She short, somewhat mousey administrator stepped into the room. She was dressed smartly in a black and white business suit and skirt. She wore comfortable black flats, because fuck spending most of eternity in heels. She closes the door behind her, catching her breath. She had obviously been pretty shaken up by something.

"Why?"

Nathan just blinked innocently at her, "Why what?"

"Why in the hell did you send that... that HULK through my office! You know he was supposed to go down the hall!"

"Oh, little Stevie Barkridge? He wouldn't hurt a fly!"

She glared at him over the tops of her half-moon glasses, "He's one of the most notorious mass-murderers to come from earth in the past three centuries! I still don't see how he ended up here!"

"Politics, just politics. Besides that, you know he can't hurt you, right? They're just souls heading to their final destination."

She throws a stack of paperwork into his in-box as he lets out a groan, "I know that, and you know damned well that the ones like him creep me the hell out!"

"Just keepin' ya on your toes, Megs," he mumbled as he started sifting through the stack of new paperwork he had to fill out."

"You're a real asshole," she snapped, glaring at him.

“That’s what I’m known for.”

Throwing up her hands in frustration, she turned on her heel and stalked back to the door. She paused a second, then nodded to herself. Stalking back towards his desk, she slammed her hands down on the hard wood and the pile of paperwork doubled in size!

Nathan barely caught the pile as it slid and started to fall over. "Hey, what the hell?!"

"That's just the start! One more stunt like you pulled with "Little Stevie" and your ass is getting the double-paperwork from all demonic possession related incidents for the next three centuries!" Prodding him in the chest multiple times for emphasis, she finally stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

He sighed, kicking his black boots up on the desk as he started reading over the papers, "Try to make this job a little more interesting, I swear..."