Pallor Mortis

Prologue - Natural Red Head?

When I woke up it was always routine to pick out my outfit for the day, always something red. Always something femme and over the top. Ever since I had been given a heads up that, I, a death god, would be living like a mortal once again I had decided to live as I wished. The first time. I had always been a woman, it just had never been acknowledged. Now I had more of a voice, more demanding. No one would disrespect me, not in my presence. So each morning I dressed as I wished, made up my face as I wished, and did my hair as I wished. All bright red.  It was a good thing that my boss respected me to an extent, but it didn't mean he understood me. 

William T Spears was always one of the causes of my near constant vexation, especially as I sat at my desk trying to take a call. He looked at me from his own desk, green eyes cut at me as he adjusted his glasses. I looked away, uncomforted by his gaze. "Good morning, you've reached Suited Ripper, this is Grell, how may I help you?" A tailoring company, which had rapidly gained traction thanks to our tiring efforts. Of course the customer wanted to be forwarded to a tailor, and my job was that easy.  Sending them over to one of our associates I now focused on William again. Ready to make him uncomforted too. "You know if you have something to say you do not have to stare me down until my calls are through." I pushed a finger against my painted lips, trying to look annoyed. "How rude mister Spears." 

"I just have so many questions." He murmured, still looking into me, into the hole where humans kept their souls. "Firstly, why were you late today?" He paused, as if thinking about how he would continue. "Why are you always dressed like that?" He paused again, face getting clouded with thought. "And why the hell have we kept that company name?" William pushed his glasses up again, and I mocked him, pushing mine up as well. 

"We go over this every single day. You answered your first question with your second. I am dressed this way, as I always have been. I am sorry you do not revere the color red as I do." I feigned hurt, throwing a hand over my mouth and gasping. "And, I have no clue, you insisted I name the company, and.. Never fought me on it. You are being rather snippy today, and even more annoying than usual." I cooed, even when angered everything sounded flirty. It was a curse as well as a blessing. 

William looked shocked but he simply nodded and turned back to his laptop. Typing away. He was so difficult with me, every day.  Agreeing to be a receptionist for a company he created was probably the first mistake of restarting my human like life. I was an equal partner with him, but sometimes I felt like I did on my first run of life. Rejected. 

As if the morning couldn't get anymore annoying he breathed those six words that he ALWAYS uttered to get me going. 

"Is your hair color natural Grell?" 

Now he was setting up to piss me off.