Bastian had made no effort to control his anger the moment he had heard about the murders in the parking lot of the Experience. Not only were they blatantly killing demons and daemonem, but they were making no effort to clean it up or keep it out of the public view. The threat of exposure aside, someone was targeting their number outside of the battlefield and that was unacceptable. Then, when he had come to find out that there were no security cameras in place to catch the perpetrator, he was livid. It had taken quite a few days before he was in control enough not to scream a voicemail message at Izual.
He had left a very terse one, and all without raising his voice. And as such, the demon sat outside his office waiting to be shown in. His receptionist nodded at Ms. Fane to let her know that it was her turn to go in. "Mr. Sinclair will see you now."
She went back to her filing work and let Izzy find her own way to the door. It didn't take a genius to work a doorknob after all.
When the door opened, Bastain looked up from his desk and his eyes could have bored holes through the small demon if he wanted. His office was sleek in leather and mahogany. It was rich and aromatic and suited the head demon just fine.