What part of ‘on notice’ don’t you get?”Ĭinder’s eyes, ringed with kohl, narrowed. “What I do in my own time…”Ĭinders lifted her shoulders helplessly: “Party?” She squinted at her screen, clicking with deliberate slowness, face furrowed and baffled.Ĭinders’ black-nailed finger clicked. “Check,” Allie suggested, grinding her teeth.Ĭinders clanked forward in her chair with a long-suffering sigh, setting her phone face-down to hide her Burn matches. The Hell-Witch lazed in her chair, playing with her phone, swiping left methodically. She jolted upright when she spotted Allie.Īllie pointed at Cinder’s screen. Cinders was at the far end, out of Allie’s line of sight. “Cinders’ hot-desking.”Īllie ground her teeth and stalked through the office, scanning faces. A thorny, ugly-as-sin demon blinked up at her in confusion, lifting an ear-bud out of her ear. “Cinders!” she shouted, shoving her chair back violently.Īllie stormed across the office. She scrolled to the bottom and gaped, re-reading an email in disbelief. Allie skimmed the chain, frown deepening as she read the subject lines. She clicked her screen on, then blinked in surprise. The first step would be figuring out what the Hell had happened. “How, exactly, are you going to fix this?” The papers in his hand exploded into flames and ashes.
“By lunchtime?” A plaintive whine crept into his voice.īoss stalked off. The fallen angels are mid-election…”Īllie lifted a comforting hand: “I know, Boss. The demon’s handsome face was crumpled with worry. Everyone cringed into their work, studying screens and keyboards intently. “I’ll fix it, Boss.”īoss checked the office. She flashed a second bright, sunny smile. Necromancers lacked the people skills to excel in an office environment. Winston had gone for the same job but had muffed the interview. “You’re in charge, Allie.”Īllie gave her 2IC a filthy look. “Definitely,” Winston snarked, from the desk opposite. He displayed sheets of papers in a clawed, blood-stained hand. He was seven feet of huge, dark, mostly unclad muscle. “I’m in charge now.” (Image courtesy of Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay) “You fired Martis last week.” Allie spun her chair, folding her long legs, flashing him a dazzling smile. He loomed over banks of low screens, desks and cowering office workers.Īllie winced, lifting a sickly hand: “Here.”īoss changed trajectory, pulling up short when he spotted her. Read more here.īoss flowed into the office. All proceeds go to helping us pay for original stories and to support writers of speculative fiction. Some articles may include Amazon affiliate links.
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