On top of that, with Lith gone the senior Constables had no qualms about dropping their scut work on Kamila. It forced her to leave her desk and slowed down the progress of her own cases.
While she navigated the maze of various offices and departments like the new guy she was, her pile of papers grew in size while those of her colleagues shrank. Walking so much made her both angry and hungry.
The only silver lining was that no one could mess with her desk. Upon her return, she would find no nasty present nor could people exploit her absence to slip their most thorny cases in her pile.
Everyone assumed that at least one of the Demons literally shadowed her, but that still left two of them in an unknown position. Also, War had never left its position, emitting bone-chilling shrieks as warning whenever someone dared to approach.
"I'm back. How did work go?" Lith asked.
"Peachy." Kamila lied through her teeth.
There was nothing that whining could achieve aside from making her pass for a tattle tale and Lith going nuclear. Both of them would make her life at work worse than it already was.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can make it for lunch." She waved at the to-do pile. "I'm out of practice and have fallen behind my schedule. You go home and have a nice meal. I'll fix something for myself from the break room."
At those words, many Constables groaned. Even without being victims of mobbing, they were in her same situation and the idea of a cold meal consumed over their desks made their day bleak.
"I knew that something like this would happen so I took the liberty to go to the kitchens and prepare you something myself." Lith took several packages out of as many doggy bags out of his briefcase.
A delicious smell spread throughout the room as he set a tray in front of her and unwrapped the first of three pastrami sandwiches, each one as long as her forearm.
The fourth was a basket filled with steaming French fries.
"I love you so much!" She walked around the desk to hug him as her stomach roared. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Did you bring…"
"Salt and mayonnaise? Yes." The former was available to the public, the latter was something Lith prepared fresh with a snap of his fingers and a bit of chore magic.
"Please, marry me." She gave him a sweet kiss, uncaring for the hateful gazes of her colleagues and the rules against public displays of affection.
"I'm sorry, but I'm a married man already and my wife is very jealous." He chuckled.
"She sounds like a lucky woman." Kamila offered him a chair before going back to her seat and wolfing down the first sandwich.
Lith took out what looked like a smoothie from his briefcase and sipped it slowly.
"Why don't you take one?" She asked.
"Those are one for you, one for Elysia, and the last in case either of you wants seconds." Lith said with a warm smile.
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