How sophisticated- you had to be buzzed in to the newspaper building. Issa pressed the general button, and was admitted a moment later. "Hello," the receptionist greeted. She was doing her best to look welcoming. "Are you here for anyone?" Issa smiled, and tilted her head just a touch. Her blonde curls bounced. "Mr. McDonnell," she said. "I'm Annabel McLaine, the new secretary?" The secretary's mouth made an 'o' as she feigned interest. "Pleasure, Miss McLain," she greeted, then did some typing on her computer. "You already did you training?" "Last week," the demon confirmed. "Right this way, then," the receptionist told her, and lead her through the building to the elevator, then the top floor. There wasn't much to it; the elevator exited to a hallway. On one side, around the corner, there were two bathrooms- one for each sex- and the other side opened to a large room that was split in two by a glass wall, with a door in it. On the far side, there were blinds shut; presumably, that was Levi McDonnell's office. The area in front had a lovely, but simple, maple desk, as well as two couches and a glass table with magazines and a newspaper on it as a waiting area. "This will be your office, here," Issa was told. The receptionist showed her how to log in. "Mr. McDonnell should be in any minute now, and he'll let you know what you need to do," she said, then turned and left Issa alone. The demon turned and looked to the glass. Her grey eyes swept up and down her reflection, inspecting. Professional attire: pencil skirt, in black, and a red blouse. Her legs and arms were fair against the black shoes and braclet, and her pink lips curved into a smile. Then she sat at the office chair behind the desk and waited for her mark to walk in.