Jeremy headed to the reception desk and grinned at the receptionist.
She ran her eyes all over him and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "You smell awful. Did you roll around in poop or something?"
Jeremy scowled. "Try killing and then burying a Jersey Devil and tell me if you'll still smell like roses." He snapped.
She frowned in confusion. "Are you alright, Mister? Do you need me to get you something or perhaps call someone?" She looked really worried.
"Just give me the goddamn package."
"What package?" She looked confused.
"Call your boss." He groaned. Without taking her eyes off him, she placed a call to Tyson.
