Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 40 - Date With The Devil

*Raven's P.O.V*

We sat in a booth that had a tablecloth decorated with animated images of cigars. The dull red sofas that our tushies were seated on also had the stench of smoke. Gross.

I was tempted to ask Derek if we could go somewhere else but ultimately decided to just stick with this one star location. Alright, fine, one star is too generous. This diner deserves a rating in the negatives.

Besides, you never know, he may bring me back to that godforsaken bar, where the boss could step out at any minute and see me slacking. It's better that I'm absent, that way he can assume I went on a bathroom break or something and then head back into his office, to continue his fucking session which may or may not make its way onto a sex tape.

Derek's eyes were scanning the menu as he asked me, "see anything you like?"

"Nah, but I gotta pick something 'cause I'm hungry...by the way you're paying."

Derek's eyes widened in surprise at that.

"Problem, rich boy?" I scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"No problem at all. I was going to pay for everything anyway. I'm just a little startled by the fact that you would even say something like that. You, my dear, have no filter."

I simply rolled my eyes in response.

"I'll take the ten stacked burger," I said. "Oh, and a vanilla milkshake. Extra large."

"Alright," Derek responded, unfazed by my deadly 10, 000 calorie order.

The waitress, a petite blonde, skidded on over to our booth.  She wore a red checkered apron over her knee-length strapless white dress. Her heels were black as night and her smile was the type of picture-perfect smile that you see in advertisements for dental products.

"Anything you'd like, darling?" She asked, pulling out a notepad and a neon pink gel pen.

"Yeah, I'll take a regular cheeseburger as well as coke. Raven here will have..." he finished saying the rest of my order.

The waitress' eyes scanned me from head to toe.

"Trying to die, huh? Well, honey, if you're planning on killing yourself, I can assure you there are much faster ways than gaining an unhealthy amount of weight through the excessive consumption of fast food," she informed me. 

"That was highly unnecessary---"

"Rude much?" I snapped, cutting Derek off. While I appreciate him trying to defend me, I can do it myself. God, I really wanna tear into this bitch. "I'll eat whatever I want today. Why even bother having the ten stack burger on your menu if you're just gonna insult people who order it, huh?"

The waitress frowned, obviously at a loss for words. Then she stalked off to give our order to the chefs working at the back.

"So," I said, my attention turning to Derek. "You said you had a job for me? Well, what is it?"

Please say I can sit around all day and do nothing, please.

Hell, I'm praying so hard that I get paid for just breathing air.

"It's an office job."

Rats.

But I guess I'll hear him on what he has to say. Who knows? Perhaps the office that I get employed at has a very low workload, or if my prayers were somehow miraculously heard, no workload at all. Heck, I may just get to play computer games and do other things on the net that you really don't need to know about.