sick?” she asks her coffee mug as she starts to get dressed.
“No,” Roberta says opening her apartment door and just barging in.
“Manners!” Axelle snaps quickly covering up her breasts with her blouse. “This is my home.” Home ? Well, she supposes it is now and she better get used to it.
Roberta sneers at her. “All of this, including you, belong to the Devil. I have authority over all of our master’s Inbound assets.”
“So that gives you the right to just walk in her whenever you want?” Axelle asks her nastily.
“Yes,” Roberta replies, hefting her large frame onto Axelle’s very messy bed. “Want to try tidying up after yourself? This place is a pig sty.”
Axelle wants to tell this lumbering bitch where to go, after her night from the pits of hell, but she keeps her mouth shut and turns her back to continue getting dressed.
“Nice bracelet,” Roberta remarks after a moment and Axelle turns around at the hint of jealousy in her voice. “Don’t think it will do you any favors with me.”
Axelle catches the slight note of fear in Roberta’s voice and it worries her. “I don’t even know what it’s for,” Axelle mutters irritated that everyone seems to know except her.
Roberta just sniffs and Axelle tilts her head. She doesn’t know either. In fact, she would be willing to bet that the twins didn’t either. They probably know as much as Axelle does and all that is, is Luc did a ritual with her for some unknown reason. “Well, Luc thinks I am special,” she boasts and Roberta narrows her eyes at her use of the Devil’s first name. The look of envy almost makes what she went through last night worthwhile. Even the side-splitting cramps and the axe-in-the-head migraine she endured after she vomited up a whole load of suckling pig.
“Yes he does,” Roberta says quietly to her, lowering her eyes to Axelle’s astonishment.
Caught off guard by this sudden turn around, Axelle glares at her and demands, “What are you doing here anyway?”
“I am here to give you this,” Roberta declares and holds her hand out in a show room gesture at the kitchen.
In the next second there is a feast of breakfast foods in front of her, some of which make her empty stomach churn in protest.
Axelle puts her hand to her mouth and turns away. “Why?” she croaks out.
“My master asked me to,” Roberta says and that is clearly all that she needs.
“Again, why?” Axelle asks having regained control of her stomach.
Roberta just shrugs. “Eat up now, you have work to get to.” And with that, Roberta heaves herself off the bed and disappears in a flash of light.
Axelle stares enviously at the space that Roberta used to occupy. It’s not fair that she gets to do that. She looks back at the array of food and decides there is no way her stomach can take anything right now, but maybe a few things to go for when she gets the munchies later on. She fills up a bag of croissants and the such like and shoves her feet into her shoes.
“Back to the grindstone,” she mutters to herself, hoping that Luc will show up and tell her she is too important for the drudgery of Inbound Admin now.
No such luck.
Axelle makes it to work without any visits from the Devil. As she sits down on her uncomfortable stool, she wouldn’t mind even if Stanford turned up to take her away from this nightmare.
As she remembers his long, creepy fingers and big, bulbous eyes, she shudders and rethinks that. Although now that she is back at work in her dull, gray room with no outside distractions, Axelle also remembers seeing Luc’s true form. While it terrified the life out of her when he was doing the ritual, she now thinks it was quite sexy, even more so seeing as he revealed himself to her and her eyes remain unscathed and her mind intact.
The light goes on above her head and she turns to the little door with a sigh.
The Reaper on the other side hands her his scroll wordlessly and she doesn’t bother trying to make
“No,” Roberta says opening her apartment door and just barging in.
“Manners!” Axelle snaps quickly covering up her breasts with her blouse. “This is my home.” Home ? Well, she supposes it is now and she better get used to it.
Roberta sneers at her. “All of this, including you, belong to the Devil. I have authority over all of our master’s Inbound assets.”
“So that gives you the right to just walk in her whenever you want?” Axelle asks her nastily.
“Yes,” Roberta replies, hefting her large frame onto Axelle’s very messy bed. “Want to try tidying up after yourself? This place is a pig sty.”
Axelle wants to tell this lumbering bitch where to go, after her night from the pits of hell, but she keeps her mouth shut and turns her back to continue getting dressed.
“Nice bracelet,” Roberta remarks after a moment and Axelle turns around at the hint of jealousy in her voice. “Don’t think it will do you any favors with me.”
Axelle catches the slight note of fear in Roberta’s voice and it worries her. “I don’t even know what it’s for,” Axelle mutters irritated that everyone seems to know except her.
Roberta just sniffs and Axelle tilts her head. She doesn’t know either. In fact, she would be willing to bet that the twins didn’t either. They probably know as much as Axelle does and all that is, is Luc did a ritual with her for some unknown reason. “Well, Luc thinks I am special,” she boasts and Roberta narrows her eyes at her use of the Devil’s first name. The look of envy almost makes what she went through last night worthwhile. Even the side-splitting cramps and the axe-in-the-head migraine she endured after she vomited up a whole load of suckling pig.
“Yes he does,” Roberta says quietly to her, lowering her eyes to Axelle’s astonishment.
Caught off guard by this sudden turn around, Axelle glares at her and demands, “What are you doing here anyway?”
“I am here to give you this,” Roberta declares and holds her hand out in a show room gesture at the kitchen.
In the next second there is a feast of breakfast foods in front of her, some of which make her empty stomach churn in protest.
Axelle puts her hand to her mouth and turns away. “Why?” she croaks out.
“My master asked me to,” Roberta says and that is clearly all that she needs.
“Again, why?” Axelle asks having regained control of her stomach.
Roberta just shrugs. “Eat up now, you have work to get to.” And with that, Roberta heaves herself off the bed and disappears in a flash of light.
Axelle stares enviously at the space that Roberta used to occupy. It’s not fair that she gets to do that. She looks back at the array of food and decides there is no way her stomach can take anything right now, but maybe a few things to go for when she gets the munchies later on. She fills up a bag of croissants and the such like and shoves her feet into her shoes.
“Back to the grindstone,” she mutters to herself, hoping that Luc will show up and tell her she is too important for the drudgery of Inbound Admin now.
No such luck.
Axelle makes it to work without any visits from the Devil. As she sits down on her uncomfortable stool, she wouldn’t mind even if Stanford turned up to take her away from this nightmare.
As she remembers his long, creepy fingers and big, bulbous eyes, she shudders and rethinks that. Although now that she is back at work in her dull, gray room with no outside distractions, Axelle also remembers seeing Luc’s true form. While it terrified the life out of her when he was doing the ritual, she now thinks it was quite sexy, even more so seeing as he revealed himself to her and her eyes remain unscathed and her mind intact.
The light goes on above her head and she turns to the little door with a sigh.
The Reaper on the other side hands her his scroll wordlessly and she doesn’t bother trying to make
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