He starts an automated test and gives the stream of summons his full attention, and gets one a moment later.
"What are your requirements for that? We can get you an empty warehouse in Seattle with electricity..."
"On what timescale do you need the improved model?"
"Okay, that's probably flexible and incentivizing enough for everyone involved."
"D'you have a desired salary range?"
"They complain about their budget all the time but I'll pass that along. It'll probably save them in kickbacks to the Vatican, anyway."
"You're still need to know but Seattle's probably thicker with people who need to know."
"Easier once you're formally classified as a neutral demon and can apply for legal residency and fun stuff like that. Not a fast process."
"I don't think new species of demons who want to be classified as friendly come up that often, so they don't have a reason to have it expeditable."
She brings him lunch and then goes to report on the proceedings and comes back to tell Nick they're relocating him to a Seattle warehouse and she may be assigned as his attaché but she's a little harder to move right away because she's a minor.
There's lots to do, both with the industry and the bureaucracy. But the chance to do interesting, charitable things on a sizable scale doesn't come very often.
The first UV flashlights start rolling off the line eight days later. He's not satisfied with their quality, but they're still bright enough to dust a vampire at twenty meters in a fifteen-degree cone, and durable enough to last years.
He branches out into other devices. The promised antibiotics show up, along with other new medicines, new batteries, new computers, new body armor, various robotics...
He gets very very rich, and once fairies are officially declared a neutral demon he can even have direct control of his money.