Sam turned around to face the man. "I might as well be staff," he said flatly, rolling his eyes. He jabbed his thumb back towards the office door. "I work for him. Where is he?"
He definitely wasn't a Satanist. Anything to get away from the devil would have been good in his book, but he'd accepted the fact that that wasn't going to happen. So he was at least going to use his connection with the Devil to get some sort of answer.
Hey, boss, why is world ending?
Sam ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the guy, who looked too slick and well dressed to really be trusted. "Who are you?" It wasn't the normal guy who usually collected his souls.