QUESTIONING LEADERSHIP
Back at Fallen Night Club, Azazel enjoys the view from his office. Towering over the crowd in his thrown, sipping his perfectly chilled martini on the rocks. He knows the time is near, and these few moments of peace won't last for much longer once Death arrives. He tries to savor as much of it as he can.
Through the large window overlooking the club, he can see The Young Man scurrying through the crowd, toward the stairs up to his office.
"There goes my night…" Azazel says out loud to himself.
He picks up a magazine sitting on the small table next to him to make himself look busy. Hopefully, it'll make The Young Man go away. However, it's very unlikely.
The Young Man bursts into Azazel's office.
"Hey, boss, I think we have a problem."
"Well, now, hold on. Can'
