He was deeply asleep, quite literally dead to the world, when a vicious jab to his chest weakly penetrated his dreams. He grumbled furiously, swinging a hand to bat away whatever was attempting to wake him, only to feel the jab again. Finally, he peeled open his eyes and immediately regretted it.<br/><br/>The sun... the blasted sun. Why... oh, why... had she commanded him to be out during the day? He felt so heavy and weak... this was not idea. He looked up with a glare meant to turn his blasted assistant to stone, and growled, "What?"<br/><br/>The demon disguised as a man, who he had been forcing to do his work for him, spoke in the same monotone he always used, "Your secretary has a visitor for you. I answered for you when you didn't wake. I told her to send them in when you are ready."<br/><br/>"You did what?!" he sat up, furious, "I told her to hold my calls! The blasted idiot, can't she do anything right?!"<br/><br/>He was really angry now, and rose from the couch. If he lost control now, it would shatter all he'd been working for. He needed to calm down... and he needed to do it now. Pacing his office, he took several deep breaths, working to seize control of the anger seething within him. Whoever it was, he knew he would have far superior intellect to them, and would have no trouble in leading them to believe he was perfectly normal, and hard at work. Dismissing his demon back to the shadows, he took his place behind the desk. Just as he was about to press the button on the intercom, he remembered the blinds. It would be unusual to see an office so dark. He got up, and with a furious yank, he tore the curtains open. He had to leave the blinds closed if he wanted to have any hope of staying even slightly conscious, and mentally prepared the answers he would give to questions regarding the windows. Who cares about the damn view. Get over it.<br/><br/>Jabbing the button violently, he spoke in his usual honeyed tone, "Send them in."