"Thank you for taking the time. Time? Where does it go? Must get on. Can I count on you?" Aziraphale didn't stop guiding him to the door to hear the answer. "Excellent. Safe travels" the door, hit the leaving angel on the way out.
Telling individual angels was not taking as long as expected. 77 so far. Ahead of The Plan. Metatron would be pleased.
Aziraphale went back to the desk and sat on the floating cloud that hovered behind it. Two drawers were open and full of files. He closed the left hand drawer and picked up the file on the desk, returning it to the right drawer and closing it.
"Paperwork. We need more paperwork." He pushed the intercom button on the desk. It buzzed loudly and a voice came out of it "Yes, Sir?"
"Can I have more paper pads, a pen, with a nib and oh yes, call Matriel back today. Tell him to take a few days off. Thank you Pravuil." he clicked off.
Also on the desk, was a dark brown, bound worn tome. He opened it to a bookmark and continue to read Book of Jubilees.