The elevator doors slowly opened, as if tired, and although unheard, I could almost imagine a ‘phew’ of exertion from it as the doors opened, and the heat from the office washed into the elevator.
As I entered the office, all eyes were riveted on the book in my arms.
The Professor squinted at it warily.
“EmJay, is that…”
“You tell me.”
Ramon cleared his throat, “Which one is it? We have the Cookbook, so…”
I dropped it on the large desk, the cold it radiated generated light fog which dripped down the edge, to the floor.
The boss leaned over it, chewing her lip as she pondered.
“The Economicon, eh? I think that’s a bit fishy.” She bent to open the book but thought better of it at the last second.
“Want me to ask Hartwood?” Jane enquired.
“Mmh. No,” The Professor returned to her desk and fished through her drawer. “Let’s call Kwok in.”
Pulling a wand from her desk, she stroked it several times, causing it to emit different colors with each stroke. Once it glowed canary yellow, she tapped the book, which slowly began glowing the same shade of yellow.
“It’s safe. Kwok. Now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jane sat at her desk and flipped through a bulging Rolodex.
“So, you think it’s legit?” I asked, hoping that the answer would be no.
Ramon nodded. “It has the same feel as the Cookbook. Definitely something demonic.”
He opened his messenger’s satchel and pulled out a wooden case. Opening it revealed a well-used art set. With a quick, practiced hand, he sketched a startlingly detailed three-dimensional lockbox and padlock in the center of a magical circle on the surface of the desk. He then reached out and opened it.
“EmJay? If you would…” Ramon gestured grandly to his work.
I nodded and picked up the book and placed it into the lockbox that had until a moment ago, just been a drawing, closed it and closed the wrought iron lock that sat near it, securing it from meddling hands.
“Jane, get that fan on it. We have a new air conditioner for the time being.” The Professor said, turning her attention back to her phone-cum-computer.
Jane shot a thumb up into the air just as she hung up the phone.
“Yes, Boss. Kwok is on his way.” She rose and unplugged the fan, relocating it to the table, then went on a quest for what I assumed was an extension cable.
Now we just have to wait for Mister Kwok.