He couldn't help but yawn. It was another standard request albiet in a dead world. No essence in this world, it was drier than a dead succubus' cunt. How did he know that, not a question anybody asked.

Seeing that it was a dead world, summoning him was a feat in itself. He was expecting something more than a 'make her fall in love with me' request but that was the thing with humans. He'd been summoned for worse.

A love spell or summoning one of his incubi underlings was out of the question. He had no desire to exhaust his Source for a simple request. He had to go for this through a more indirect path, meaning he had to inhabit this awful body.

He could observe this female, find out every little thing she liked in a male, mold his summoner into it, plop him into her lap and leave but why would he do that? He would make sure she never loved another man again, including his summoner.

She was with a group of four other employees including him going through a company orientation. A small portly woman with a floral shirt was leading the group. "Now ladies and gentlemen what business are we in?"

One of the followers raised his hand, the floral woman nodded. "You don't have to raise your hand to answer, this isn't school." A light chuckle travelled through the group.

"The service business."

"Yes, exactly! What do you think sets us apart from every other business out there?" The portly woman paused for a brief second, it was a well practiced speech she'd delivered more than three hundred times.

"Customer service! The customer is king. Treat them with respect, fulfill their every demand, go above and beyond for them." The customer is king!? It was the dumbest thing he'd heard in while.

A good demon never makes an honest deal. "A good employee treats every single customer with the utmost honesty and respect. You have to, it's the on-" He couldn't take this anymore.

"Why? What's the point, this just seems like a waste of time and resources."

Bree, the portly woman was a consummate professional. She wiped out the wrinkles in her shirt and smiled, "I see we have a few employees this time around who are more than inquisitive. Let's go across the street."

They walked through the dining area and it was packed with people. The girl was looking at him a little strangely, the human was screaming at him in his mind but he blocked it all out. He needed to get to the bottom of this human delusion.

"It's a Krin's franchise, a direct competitor. The menu, food, hell even the layout is the exact same as us. Can you guess the difference?"

They walked into the other shop and it was in stark contrast to the other shop. There were no customers in it. She rubbed her finger on a table and held. "A complete lack of cleanliness and watch this." She walked over to the counter.

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The cashier picked his head up, he was scrolling through his phone. "We would like to order double cheese-burger's for each of us."

"Yeah, are you from the shop across from us?"

Bree nodded and the cashier all but spat in her face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here? Get out."

Bree turned around and walked straight out. "If you guys ever cuss at a customer, you will be fired on the spot."

The demon couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. This was like having an angel come to him for a request. It would be a lucky day for that angel if he/she was just allowed to leave. "I see you're still not convinced but look."

Bree held the door open and pointed at the crowd of people in the restaurant. "Same menu, layout, recipes. Who has more customers, revenue and profit?" He looked into Bree's eyes and found a cold, hard capitalist staring back at him. He shuddered.

It was true that most demons had been getting less and less customer's throughout the years. These days it was a request every five years.

Bree set him in front of the cash register. There was another employee working alongside him. The customer handed them money, the cashier pressed a button, the tray opened up with a ring and the employee smiled at the customer no matter what.

Money, ring, smile. Money, ring, smile.

There was one particularly angry man who came up to the counter with a half-eaten burger. "I requested for no lettuce." The demon had seen this man order and he sure as fuck didn't ask for no lettuce.

"No, you didn't. So eat your burger or not. Either way, you're not getting a new burger."

The man was aghast, the woman he was supposed to be seducing was laughing and the cashier looked like someone had just shoved a rock up his ass.

The cashier looked at him, told him to shut up with his eyes and turned to the customer. "I apologize, sir. He's new. I'll get you a new burger free of charge and an extra refill for your drink."

The man just nodded and scooted back to his table. The cashier turned to him and stared at him. "Don't that again."

"Why not, he's a retard."

"I know, I know but look at his table. He brings in his entire family and an extra burger costs us next to nothing." This reminded him of the time he'd been summoned to place a pesky little prince on the throne. Once he'd done all that, the prince had decided to ask him for a crown befitting him. Asimov had decided to chuck him off a castle and leave.

If he'd just left him on the throne, it would've resulted in repeat work for years to come. It was an entire paradigm shift for him.

He rubbed his eyes and turned to the woman, What's her name again? He asked his summoner.

Kiara.

Well, time to make her fall in love.