Work is monotonous.

Draft letters, schedule appointments, clear scheduled appointments, organize Bastard’s schedule, and deal with Bastard. Respectfully. I’ve decided to never be rude to him again. I’ve regained my sense of self-preservation.

At least, that’s all work is supposed to be.

“I didn’t touch your secretary, I’m into women you know, and I’m pretty sure he’s not into girls”. Succubus sighs like it’s physically paining her to explain this.

Huh?

What does she ...