“If I had more than one dependable staff member I wouldn’t be so stressed and they wouldn’t look like this.” He usually took great pride in his wings, flashing them whenever he could. But now they just ached and looked awful. He was grateful for the help. He whined softly under Gabe’s touch, the skin sore from his frustrated attempts at grooming the loose feathers. “Just a lot of paperwork… And I mean a lot.”
“Maybe instead of running yourself ragged get your assistant to find someone to help her out. You’ll have an assistant assistant to sort and file and whatever.” Seemed simple to Gabriel. He used to own a couple of companies before he got bored with the whole enterprise thing. He was one of those bosses that showed up once a week to sign things before leaving again. Even so it was still a successful venture. Maybe he should get back into it. He’d always thought bacon should be a an ice-cream flavor. “Just go in for the important things.”
“I wish it was that easy… seems like everything have to have my damn signature or my approval. And legions are a mess. It’s a disaster I swear. Not to mention all the companies I own…” He sighed, scrunching up his brow and tensing a little just at the thought. “I manage to stay out of it for a couple thousand and years and when I try and be responsible, I get sick. Hardly seems fair.” Bel sighed a little, trying to relax. Though everything was still sore.
“You know I can stop time right? I can pull a clockstopper one night when you’re feelin better so you can get all square and start fresh. Also hire a couple of assistants to work under your assistant. And some business managers. You’re working too hard.” Gabriel finished the first wing, looking a little sad and sparse. Without any preamble he pushed at Bel’s oil glands, just so he could spread the oil over the wings, soothing the ache and making sure the remaining feathers didn’t hurt themselves before moving to the other.
“Man I wish I got that power… all I got is a bunch of arbitrary junk.” He was a pretty jealous of those abilities. That just didn’t seem fair. “But you’re right… guess I do need more help around…” Bel’s sentence cut short, mewling and squirming when Gabe spread the oil over his wings. It was both soothing and painful. He lifted the wing up a little, flinching a little at the pain in his shoulders before letting it fall back down. Way too sore for that.
