Good omens 12

(After the previous incidents, Crowley was summoned to the office of the second general, Elite, who, to put it mildly, was not happy with what Crowley was doing on earth... especially the fact that he was in contact with an angel) Elite: Mr. Crowley... (he began coldly)... we've talked about this more than once and now we're back to the same thing again... Crowley: ... I'm sorry... it won't happen again, I promise... Elite: I'm tired of your constant promises! (Jumping up, he hit Crowley in the face... so hard that he fell to the floor) Either you do everything like a normal demon... or I'll make sure you get the hell out of hell! Do you understand me?! (he barked, grabbing Crowley by the collar and pushing him toward the door) Crowley: (barely keeping his feet and trembling, he said) y... yes, I understand... Elite: great, now go... Crowley: (silently left Elite's office and went to his room where there was peace, which he had begun to miss so much lately... and often crosses paths with Aziraphale and Emmy on earth... and now this... with a heavy sigh, he pressed himself against the door, closing his eyes... when suddenly someone knocked) James: Sir Crowley, are you here? Are you alright? (he asked from behind the door, clearly worried about Crowley)