Back in his office, Daemon checked the sender of the message he received, before he pressed a button on the deskphone.
Blandon's response was prompt:
"Yes, Mr Peak?"
"Come."
The few seconds his assistant took to arrive was used to tidy up his desk. It was then that the door was pushed open:
"Mr Peak?"
Blandon looked sharper and better than when he had come to Healthy Peak for the first time. He was also more composed and confident, as he strode respectfully inside.
"I will be going out. Send Visjoint a notice saying that we don't need his services anymore. Should he ask for any compensation, tell him we will meet in court."
Blandon blinked at Daemon's words. His first instinct was to open his mouth to ask for clarifications, but his time with his boss had made him aware of the latter's temper, so he wisely closed his mouth, before nodding.
"I understand, sir. May I know if you will be coming back later."
