Slam!
A fist pounded the reception desk, throwing the sheepkin secretary into a nervous, bleating chuckle.
"Ple-e-ease, know that this is an unusual occurrence. One which even Miss Rogue was unable to decline."
"She's kept me waiting long enough. And I'm not letting her skip out on me, not again!"
The frustrated guest exhaled through flared nostrils. He lifted his fist from the counter, slowly, till his clenched fingers waited beside his curled horns. His grey fur and muscular chest poked out of his unbuttoned vest, displaying a few slashing scars.
"I'm not leaving till the little miss brings me to her office. So head on up and tell her I'm still waiting. You got that, Bob?"
Nodding, the sheepkin secretary gulped down some retorting thoughts.
"Y-yes, I'll inform her now. Please, ma-a-ake yourself comfortable, Chief Felhet. I'll be right back."
