It seemed that with the permanent midnight, every creature that had been afraid to venture out in fear of the light had come out of the woodworks and Wolfram and Hart had acquired several new clients. The paperwork had landed in Lindsey's inbox and the pile failed to shrink. At the moment, Lindsey was elbow deep in work, reviewing a contract with a well to do demon running a body retreival service for necromancers, of which the firm had several.
When the phone beeped from beneath the papers, he shoved several inside until he found it, the comm button flashing. Lindsey tapped it. "Hello?"
The receptionist began speaking, her voice a little uncertain. "Sir? The Antichrist would like to set up an appointment." Lindsey's eyebrow shot up questioningly, staring at the phone as if it would give him answers. He wasn't quite sure if he believed that, considering there had been a few in his day that had made that claim, but it didn't hurt to investigate. He pressed the button down to respond.
"I have the afternoon free," he said, glancing at the sprawling mess of paperwork. "Please show him in."