Keijigen stopped and asked him,

«Tommy, have you seen Oksana and Liliana?

«No, sir… not since last night, which is very

strange – neither you, nor Mrs. Wizzle, nor Mrs. Tarden-

I’m sick, and the phones aren’t available. I was afraid

you’d all gone somewhere…

Keijigen frowned, a faint

trace of sadness showing on his face.

«What have you got there?» he said softly.

Tommy glanced at his companions.

«Speak in front of them,» the chief said.

«Mr. Oxenhorn,» Tommy

said, opening the folder and pulling out some papers. «The IRS

requires us to -" he began running his finger down the page. —

Keijigen snatched the paper out of Tommy’s hand and quickly scanned

the page with his eyes.

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– Pick up the documentation for the last five years,

do everything the same as we did then. Tommy, I’m going to be

very busy for now – " he pointed at Damiel and Reana.»

Family problems,» he added with a sigh. – I believe

in you, you can do it, «and, patting the employee on the shoulder,

he went further down the corridor. «The seal is in the big safe.

Then you can sign for me.

After a couple of steps, he opened the right-hand door and

nodded for his companions to enter.

Tommy watched them go with a sympathetic look.

The place they were in was more like

the museum. Reana immediately had associations with the castle of the vo-

seventeenth century: the interior was made in the style of such

a lush Baroque in red, black and gold tones, which

at the same time caused both admiration and bewilderment.

Thick curtains covered the windows, creating a dimness

that faded into the silence of the room. Keijigen turned

on the light, opened a cabinet that ran along one wall, and silently

looked at the contents.

Damiel suddenly broke the silence:

«Guys, I think I have a problem! The lower

abdomen is so heavy! This is getting very uncomfortable…

Is this normal? He looked at them with surprised eyes

and batted his eyelashes.

The ex-demon rolled his eyes. – Let’s go quickly… and then there’s a Persian carpet.

He tugged on

Damiel’s arm and led him out of the room, grumbling, «I hope it’s just

a little thing… tell anyone else, because they won’t believe me-

so I can… teach them.»…

The door closed, and Reana didn’t hear the rest of the sentence.

But I just realized what had happened. Poor Damiel.

She felt sorry for him. Everything is new to him, probably

harder and scarier than everyone else, but he just doesn’t show it…

Reana sat down on a gilded chair next

to a huge writing table and examined the items on it.

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things. Almost every one seemed to be a work

of art: an incredibly beautiful vase, as if with a lively frozen

composition of flowers, a clock with a Roman dial,

which looked like a small palace with towers

and the finest details – they could be

viewed for hours. Table lamp in the form of a wave and a ball —

lamp hanging from it, various figurines…

The largest of them, a golden – colored thirty-

centimeter-tall figure with wings, seemed, on the one hand,

very majestic and refined, on the other hand,

there was something frightening, repulsive about it, as if it

looked through you, looked into your soul. Reana rez-

ko looked away. The only thing that didn’t fit in

was the monitor screen on the desk in the corner. A huge silver

macintosh covered about a third of the work surface.

But then the companions returned. Noticeably cheered up, Da-

miel announced from the doorway,

«We’re doing fine!

«Oh, shut up! Keijigen said softly. —

No one thought to worry…

He went back to the closet.

«Well, that’s not it – » he said, quickly sorting through the hangers,»

that’s for me,» and tossed one of the suits onto a chair.