Price of Progress (Part 4)
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.