Angel and Demon

Ms. Jones

   Whittney Jones was waiting on her new author. The young angel and human hybrid had found the story: Angel's Admirer, a story filled with love and passion. So she decided to contact the author herself. The brown-haired woman was so happy to hear back that she screamed joyfully.

Her boyfriend, though, didn't see it that way. She didn't know if it was because he didn't like the thought of an innocent angel being seduced by a devil or that he didn't like it because her enjoyment scream almost caused him a heart attack. Yet, he still agreed that it was an excellent chance to show her family that she could find authors too.

"I wonder if she got lost." She mused to herself.

"Special deliver for one Miss Jones." Whittney smiled, seeing her uncle.

"Thank you, un- I mean Mr. Kirkland." she had to be professional in the office.

"No need; I just happened to pass by the lass on my way." The red replied as the blonde nodded.

Whittney then looked at the couple; Alistair, slightly taller than Bella stood close to her with a slight smile. Bella had one also with a little blush; Whittney's mind screamed at the scene. It was as if Bella's story was coming to life.

"Miss Jones...are you alright?" Bella asked worriedly.

She is probably lost in her head again.

Poor dear, I hope she's alright.

Whittney blinked; the two voices she had heard weren't Bella's or Alistair's. One of the voices she had heard almost all her life. She had named it Snake, while the other seemed softer and kinder, a protector. So she would call it angel, but she shook her head. She couldn't be lost to those voices.

"I'm okay; I'm sorry that sometimes my mind wonders."

"Aye..." Alistair said, his eyes narrowing.

"By the way, Mr. Kirkland, the head of the fiction department, needs to speak with you."

"Oi, just because you're afraid."

"I'm not afraid; I'm meeting with one of my clients. So since you're the vice president, you get to go." Whittney deadpanned.

"You're the vice... I'm so sorry." Bella said, bowing and saying sorry to the redhead.

"I told you it's fine, lass, and this one only said that because she's afraid of her mother."

"And you're not?" Whittney replied, grabbing Bella's shoulder.

"Now, if you don't mind, I need to speak with my client, and you need to go visit your bother."

Alistar left the office the next second, leaving the two women alone.

X

"What?" Alistair breathed as he found himself out of the office.

That girl, she used magic to kick us out. She's very clever.

"I remind you, she kicked us out. Now we need to speak to Arthur."

So?

"Remember, he can hear you too and doesn't like devils either."

Shit.

X

Once her uncle was gone, Whittney took Bella and had her sit in a chair. She then sat across from her and put a stack of papers on the desk. Whittney took a breath and started to speak to her new client.

"So, as you know, I'm Whittney Jones, one of the editors here at Kirkland Publishing. First, I enjoyed your book very well.

"I'm glad you like it," Bella replied with a slight blush.

"I couldn't put it down, the story is so vivid, and the love between the characters was wonderful."

"I know; it was like I was writing my love story."

"Really?" Whittney asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I can't explain it..."

"You don't have to. There are more things in this world that people can't be explained."

Bella nodded and smiled at the brown-haired woman.

"Now, let's go over your contract, and if you would like, you can come with me for dinner."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, my boyfriend is working tonight anyway. Besides, don't you want to see the sites?"

"Sure."

"Good, I have just the place in mind. Have you ever been to Ritz?"