“… And here we are. This will be your workstation for the foreseeable future” The desk was as uniform was they come, though still good quality. Dark oak polished to a sheen, with a matching high-backed chair. The service telephone was already plugged in and ready, and the indicator shined yellow to show a request was incoming. The supervisor clapped him on the shoulder. “You know what to do. See you around.”
He sat down, careful to slot his wings into the back of the chair. Putting on the headset, he pressed the ‘Accept Request’ button.
“Oh dear Lord, hear my prayer…”