makeup… the difference between the two was hard to tell these days.
”Violet Ashton ,” I said.
As I watched her, I tried to come up with a logical reason why she had been hired in the first place. She was irritatingly upbeat. She even managed to make typing my name into her computer an exciting event.
“Ah, Janet, y ou’re doing a wonderful job looking after all our angels here,” Cole Nark called as he strolled over and leaned on the counter. Well, that explains how she was hired. Cole was a perv, and luckily for me, he had a thing for blondes. Or Barbies. Or Oompa Loompas. To be honest, with him it could be any one of those three. Cole licked his hand and patted down a stray hair that’d popped out of his usual mess of brown hair. I cringed. What is wrong with this guy? Janet giggled and I almost dry retched. Perhaps Cole is the definition of a ‘panty dropper’ to Earth women… I shuddered at the thought.
“Report?” he asked, extending his licked hand to me. Somehow I managed to hide my disgust and gave him the report.
“Is the color of your hair natural?” Janet wondered aloud as Cole flicked eagerly through the folder.
“No. It isn’t.”
“That red is so beautiful, like a bright cherry. You know, you should wear it down. It’d look so much nicer if it framed your face. It’d make your crazy-pretty blue eyes pop, too.”
I didn’t respond. Mostly because no one in their right mind would take ‘beauty’ advice from this woman , and even if I wanted to respond, what would I say to that? Instead I nodded. When I think about it, I hadn’t worn my hair down in a while. Lucas loved it when I did. He always encouraged me to wear it down, even during practice. He said he liked the way my untamed hair curled around my face and shoulders when I fought. ‘ Absolutely mesmerising’ were the words he used.
“Let’s go to my office ,” Cole suggested. He stepped past me, but stopped and turned to Janet. “Janet, darling, I’ll be back to chat with you later.” He winked, she giggled, and I vomited in my mouth a little.
***
Cole slammed the report down onto his big, dark wood table and dropped into his seat. He put his swollen hands on his head and exhaled in frustration. I stood by the door, my hands held firmly behind my back and I watched as he made annoying clicking noises with his mouth. “Did Death leave Earth?”
“I issued him his warning. Whether he left or not, I don’t know.”
“You didn’t kill him?” The harsh tone in his voice confused me and my brows furrowed.
“No, sir. That wasn’t the mission.”
“Your mission is to protect Earth, is it not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then why isn’t he dead?”
I narrowed my eyes. “ Because that wasn’t the mission and you know the repercussions of an unauthorized kill.”
He threw the report in the air and leaped from his chair. The pages went everywhere. I watched as a sheet of paper glided down gently and landed at my feet. I gritted my teeth, stopping the string of profanities from exploding out of my mouth.
“You angels and your fucking righteousness!” Cole yelled, his face turning bright red. Bring on the hand gestures. “Death is out there walking the streets, doing God knows what to humans, and you didn’t kill him when you had the chance?”
“I told you already,” I growled through clenched teeth. “That wasn’t the mission.”
In exasperation, Cole threw his hands up in the air. “Screw the mission! I want him dead and I want his head delivered directly to me!”
I leaped at him, my knees sliding across his table, knocking his nametag, papers, and the picture of his two children onto the floor. I collided with him, knocking him back into his seat. I landed on him, my knees digging deep into his stomach. He gasped for air and I grabbed his tie, pulling his face closer to mine.
“ I will not kill anyone unless it’s absolutely necessary—demons, humans, or otherwise, and I certainly