CHAPTER TWELVE
“Blue, you have to be atStudio G for the Gideon Murphy Late Night Show recording at three.” Yoko said, then rattled off his schedule for the rest of the day.
Uriel had to get up at the crack of dawn to prepare for a photoshoot forGoing All Out Fashion Magazine that he had just finished. He was thankful that he had a couple of hours to spare before heading off to his next appointment.
Shouldn't I have a break before the shooting of the series?
“Also, while you were in the photoshoot, Khray called and wanted you to call him right away.”
“Okay, I’ll call him later. Anything else?”
Uriel was starving and wanted to run to New York to get a couple of hot dogs with the works from his favorite delicatessen.
“Yeah, I got you lunch from the Rocky Mountain food truck I know you love.”
Uriel smiled, taking the bag from her hand and peeking inside at a wrapped sandwich. “Thanks, Yoko. I hope you got something for yourself as well?”
“I did. Where do you want to eat?” she asked as they walked out of the building.
“We’re near the park. How about we head there?” he asked her.
Yoko agreed, and just as they were about to cross the street, a black limo with tinted windows pulled up in front of them. The driver got out of the car and, just like the car, he was dressed in a black suit and a chauffeur’s hat and walked over to him and Yoko.
Uriel could tell that the driver was a low-level demon who was as harmless as a gnat to him, but to a cat shifter like Yoko, it was a different story. Demons low or high level liked to eat cats to steal their nine lives. And with the way the demon was staring at Yoko, Uriel was sure that the driver was thinking of many ways to eat her up. To protect her, Uriel stepped in front of Yoko, drawing the demon's attention away from the shivering assistant.
As if getting the message, the driver cleared his throat and pulled out a white envelope with a wax seal on the flap with an imprint of Azazel’s initials, and handed it to Uriel. Without reading the contents, Uriel handed it back to the driver.
“Let him know I’m busy for the rest of the day,” he said, then a thought came to him. “Make that for the rest of the week.”
“Sir said you would say that and I should inform you that he knows you have a two-hour break, and your meeting with him will only be one hour at the most.”
“He checked my schedule. Why am I not surprised?” Sighing, he turned to Yoko. “I’m sorry, Yoko, I have something to do and I’ll meet you at the studio at three.”
Yoko peeked at the demon over Uriel’s shoulder. He was certain she did not know that Uriel was pretending to be Blue Lennox and that he could take care of the demon in a split second if he tried to hurt her. “Are you sure? He looks dangerous.”
Uriel bit his lips to keep from chuckling. “It’s fine. I’m going to meet a friend. So you don’t need to worry.”
“Does Khray know about this friend?”
“No, there’s no reason for them to meet.” He took her hand and gently squeezed it. “You go have your lunch. If you’re feeling lonely, I can get someone to go with you.”
She turned and scowled at Uriel, all signs of fear gone from her face. “I’m not desperate for friends, Blue. I can eat by myself.” She stepped out from behind him and fixed her clothes. “I’ll see you at three, don’t be late.” Yoko then walked away, not looking back at him or the demon.
Once she was out of view, Uriel turned to the driver. “Don't not lay a finger on her. If you or any of your friends do, I will kill your entire clan.”
The driver’s eyes widened. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, now let’s go, I’m hungry.”
The driver hurried over to the car and opened the back door and waited for Uriel to get in before closing the door. While he waited for the driver to get in the car and take him to his destination, he pulled out his cellphone and called Khray.
“It’s me,” he said when Khray answered.
“You just got done with the photo shoot?”
“Yeah, what do you need?”
“Mister Dagon wants to meet later tonight for dinner. He wants to discuss something with you since you've been dodging him for the past few weeks. And he won't take no for an answer.”
