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The inside of Rajin's office was impressive to say the least. It was a large spacious room with plenty of decor. The inside was a deep luscious red, like embers glowing in the night. The walls and general design of the room were styled after the glowing flames of a raging fire with the source of coming from Rajin sitting at his desk. As ostentatious as it was, it was quite artistic and expensive. The whole room radiated like a piece of burning wood being touched by the wind. A bronze bust sculpture of Rajin and his parents sat off to the side of office. The details of the bust were abstract, giving little facial detail of the efreet and his family. As Rajin would tell many, it is hard to pin down what exactly he and his family truly are.

It wasn't long before the ifrit kicked his feet up on his rosewood desk and called for his next appointment. As the papers showed, he would be meeting a one Dok Kaebi. The ifrit sighed as he awaited the arrival of the new recruit. What kind of name was Dok, Rajin wondered as he got up to pour himself a glass of bourbon. He would have to wait and see. It probably just another run of the mill worker who could barely speak any english. The look on their face when Rajin would reject them outright was at least worth it in the end for the ifrit.

Rajin was sitting cluelessly of what was about to come right through his door as he sipped on his drink. The deep bronze colored alcohol swirling in his crystal glass. The ifrit looked quite relaxed in his luxurious leather chair and his feet on his desk. He had reached the high life. He could have just about anything he wanted. The ifrit had joined the ranks of his family in wealth. His father was a wealthy owner of an African diamond mining operation, his mother the CEO of a well-known fashion line, and now their son was the owner of a casino and hotel. Life was good. And then she came in.

The door to his office flung open, Rajin's crystal glass fell to the floor and smashed. And here standing before him was this woman with dark skin and short little stubby horns that could easily be seen sticking out, pushing his legs off his desk and beginning to compulsively clean any marks off the rosewood until it sparkled with a sheen. The efreet was at a loss for words. He didn't know if should be offended or not. As the woman cleaned, Rajin was able to get a good look at her. The most prominent feature of the stubby horned girl was her front facing assets that seemed to bounce gleefully in the eyes of the infernal genie. They teased him, and so too did this woman.

When the desk was clean, she introduced herself as Dok, the name of interviewee on the paper. Despite having one of the thickest accents he had ever heard, Rajin found himself able to understand her. She was Dok, and she was here for the maid job. Based on what he had already seen, Dok was more than qualified, but the ifrit wanted to play with her little bit more. The efreet stood up, glaring down at the stubby horned girl with fiery eyes. "Clean that up now." He demanded angrily pointing at the broken glass on the floor. Surely Dok didn't have everything she needed to clean up the glass shards and spilled bourbon. Inside, Rajin was snickering, thinking of just how the wouldbe maid was set up to fail.

The ifrit watched as the wouldbe maid quickly went to work on the mess on the ground. His eyes stared in disbelief at how she was able to pull the necessary items required to clean the mess from her purse. How in the blazed did she do that? Aside looking cute and having a nice body, this stubby horned girl was amusing to the ifrit. Rajin just barely managed to repress a smile when she finished and looked him. The lecherous genie pretended to act as if he wasn't ogling her. Dok was a sight to behold. She was strong, cute, helpful, dedicated, who knew what else. Perhaps Rajin did have a job for her. "No." Responded coldly to the maid. "You aren't worthy of such a job." The ifrit was feigning disappointment to lead up to his grand surprise for the maid. He moved around back to his chair he took a seat. "No. The maid position is not for you. However, I do have a job you would be much more suited for." The casino CEO opened a drawer on his and pulled out a single golden leaf paper contract to be signed. "You can be my personal servant." The fiery flames of Rajin's office glowed behind him, leaving only his piercing eyes to be seen in the shadow.

Rajin was about to explain the terms of the contract, but before he could even mention any of the details, Dok was already signing the shiny piece of paper. If only this woman knew what she was getting herself into. The ifrit grinned as he took the contract away and grabbed the now-servant's hand and shook it vigorously. "Welcome, Miss Kaebi." Rajin said with sinister glee. His hand was unnaturally warm to the touch, much like many of his race. Fiery blood was always circulating through the efreet. The casino CEO stood from his chair and guided the maid to a door off in the corner of the giant office. Rajin was ecstatic. Fire almost seemed to flare from his eyes. His hair shimmered like embers flying in the night wind.

Once through the door, Rajin and Dok stood inside a small personal elevator. The ifrit punched in what looked like a code and the doors closed. The two were sent to the very top of the casino. In a moment, maid and master were welcomed to Rajin's penthouse, a home of complete luxury and wonder. Modern and classical arabic architecture filled the penthouse, along with glass windows in the ceiling. Priceless artifacts and ornaments were scattered throughout. "This, is my home. You shall being seeing to it that it stays clean, and more." The ifrit then went on to give the maid a grand tour of the penthouse. His arm wrapped around Dok's waist with his hand sitting dangerously close to the maid's rear.

Rajin was already several steps ahead of the maid. He pulled away from her, just barely brushing his arms against the hobgoblin's outward facing chest. The ifrit cast sly smile as he could feel the firmness of Dok's breast. Not only were they big and sizable, muscled and solid, but still malleable. Rajin then put his hands on Dok's shoulders. He was starting to size her up, getting a feel for her sizes and what sort of dress uniform she should wear. Truth be told, Rajin had been looking forward to this day for a long time. He already had a collection of maid outfits for Dok to wear, solely for Rajin's amusement.

It was now the efreet was letting his true colors shine as he began to feel up the hobgoblin, for scientific reasons of course. As if Rajin could actually get a woman's three sizes just copping a feel of her breast, waist, and butt. Still, it didn't stop the sleazy CEO from manhandling his employee. As most of the efreeti were, people were merely tools to them. Something to be used and tossed away when the time came. Luckily for anyone under Rajin's employ, he tended to build some sentimentality for his "tools".

When the ifrit finished getting Dok's "sizes", he began to answer questions she proposed to him. "You may call me, Mr. Uusash, for now. And yes, you will have a uniform to wear. As for dinner, you will need to cook in large amounts for my roommate who lives one floor below us. She has a rather large appetite. You can take the stair down to her level. I'll be right back." The casino CEO then left the hobgoblin to here own device while he left to get fetch the maid her new uniform. Upon returning, the ifrit held two modern "maid" style outfits. One red and one black. In truth, they both looked like something out of a sexy shop or a typical maid cafe. "Take your pick, Dok."

As Rajin's newest maid made herself useful, the ifrit took it upon himself to relax and laze about in his living room on his specially crafted couch. It was the kind of couch one would see in the classical Freudian psychoanalysis therapy. Its design was was meant solely for Rajin himself. Deep red satin cushions with subtle golden ornate designs and frilly tassel throw pillows to prop oneself up when lying down. Next to him was a little coffee table with an assortment of magazines and books stacked on top of each other as well as the newspaper. The ifrit reached for the paper began to read all about how the town was starting to be overrun with zombies. Zombies; the undead? Preposterous, and yet not quite so. They were in Janhall. Zombies should have been nothing new. The undead lived amongst the living like butter on toast. These must have been feral zombies attacking. "Great. Better let Cas know we might be doing a safety promotion to garner customers and whatnot." The ifrit then turned the page of the newspaper, continuing the article which went on saying the usual: Stay inside until further notice, lock the doors, find shelter and safety. No doubt people down below were rioting and looting as well.

After reading the paper more, Rajin's eyes grew tired and he fell asleep. He would either wake up when dinner was ready, or when Cas would enter his abode from below with news of the outside world.