10 Downing Street, corridor.
"What did you say to her? The girl looked very happy."
The red-haired chief secretary, dressed in a black office suit with a deep neckline, held a folder as she watched Olgamarie's departing figure with curiosity.
"Something interesting."
Samael's lips curled into a mysterious smile, and he offered no further explanation.
Actually, it was nothing much. He was just bored and looking for some amusement.
For example, he had decided to make the future Chaldea director, who was only twelve years old, take office early and become the old horse's immediate superior, giving her free rein to torment that Celestial Department Lord's research results...
The troublemaker who had dug the pit savored Marisbilly's stunned reaction upon receiving that call, secretly enjoying himself for a while before turning to Boudica beside him and rolling his eyes.
"No, wait, you nearly led me astray. You clearly knew this had nothing to do with me, yet you deliberately made it sound so suggestive just now. That's not very friendly, Your Majesty."
"You can't put it that way. How was I supposed to know whether she might be one of your lost pearls?"
Boudica smiled brightly, her eyes rippling with charm as she spoke in a meaningful tone.
"After all, you are far too loving, aren't you?"
"Does that include you?"
Samael caught the teasing in her words, his gaze turning playful.
For a moment, Boudica's cheeks at the doorway flushed slightly, and she cast someone a coquettish glare.
"Would that count as workplace sexual harassment?"
"Why can't it be called a proper invitation? Are you free? Want to go out for coffee together?"
Samael leaned lazily against the doorframe and asked with a smile.
Boudica looked tempted and instinctively wanted to agree, but she seemed to recall something and