The Mephistopheles Chronicles

New York: Daphne Heliopolis gazed at the momentous amount of paperwork at her desk and slowly ringing phone that was somehow half way across the room because Emily kept using it for phone calls. To the hair salon, the delivery service, the pizza, racking up a bill of nearly half her salary and three fourths the combined monthly expenses. When Emily was confronted about this, she merely mumbled "Like, okay." and went back to polishing her nails. Daphne constantly complained to her boss Jewbag [actually his name, it was a very long and not sensical story] about this, but the elderly adventurer was busy yachting in Morocco or hiking in Yemen, and constantly replied that he was no longer a member of the Be Detective Agency which bore his name. His Asian wife was even more obtuse. When Daphne had last met him he simply blasted "Halfway Right" by Linkin Park and lit a pipe. The air was so foul with tobacc that she had to evacuate. So responsibility felt to her to