“Don’t mention it,” Dorothy sneered. She turned back to her computer screen.
Once back in her office, Lucy slammed the door shut, rattling the pictures on the walls. She swept everything off of her desk. A cascade of papers, her telephone, a small lamp, pens, knick knacks, a tape dispenser and a stapler all went crashing to the floor. She took off one of her shoes and threw it at the wall. She picked up one of her chairs and was about to throw it through the window when her phone buzzed. Lucy let the chair fall to the floor and caught her breath. Now wasn’t the time for explosive, self destructive tantrums. It was a time for planning, caution. The grimoire had produced the demon. She had to give it a chance to work.
She rummaged around the mess on the floor and found her phone. It was he
