Synful walked into her office, Ramla was there waiting whom ever would show. “Have a seat Young one. I am sorry to have done this to you but with that one a contact must be writing to the letter or not only your body would be His but your soul.�?she finished and made it to her desk. “Would you like anything to drink?�?she pulled the chair away and sat down. “He will be here soon, He hates it when someone is taken from Him,�?Synful looked at Ramla and paused to see if she would say anything.