Luella drums her fingers against the neatly stacked papers in front of her. The head of the Necromantic Crimes Division doesn’t seem to notice the scowl she’s directing his way as he continues to drone on and on.

“Savario,” she snaps at last. “If you’d paid attention during last months meeting you would know we don’t have the budget. Frankly, I don’t know how anyone approved some of these expenses. The Investigations department lists two hundred pounds of ramen as a business expense last week. This is ridiculous! Everyone acts like just because we’re all dead budgeting is meaningless.”

She glares around the conference table at her coworkers, daring any of them to object.