Ikenna did not need to use legilimency to sense the pain coursing through Armen Recard right now. It had only been a tiny taste of what the cult was truly capable of but it was enough to give Gevrik the small satisfaction that Recard would be taking him seriously now and would be following his orders with precision.

"Good." He pushed off Armen's armrests and lightly walked back around his desk as if he hadn't a worry in the world. He carelessly tossed the other man's wand onto his comfortable desk chair and then adjusted the flawless lapels of his suit jacket and smoothed any wrinkles out of the front of his chest. Gevrik preferred suits as robes billowed too much for one who spent much of his time invisible.

Now was one of those times. Once again casting the disillusionment charm on himself with ease, Gevrik slipped his wand back into its wrist holster and studied Armen for another moment.

"You'll be wanting to start that meeting now," he reminded the younger man, probably disturbing him again by giving invisible orders. "And it will be you who opens the door so that I may exit. It is not locked." He would have to follow Recard out so that it didn't look odd to the employees that an office door was just swinging open and closed of its own will.

Besides that, this way the Head of Transportation would have no time to waste composing himself and/or crying in his office as Ikenna suspected he might do.