Lucifer sat in his office, struggling to control the anger bubbling inside him. It had been two days since his secretary, that whore, had resigned to marry some bastard.
How could anyone be that stupid? How could they quit a job with such power and privilege? And that useless HR department—couldn't they do anything right without asking twice?
His blood boiled with rage, and he had to fight the urge to put a bullet in each of their heads.
Instead, he had settled for firing the whole damn team. A group of morons. These HR idiots couldn't even select a proper candidate for his secretary.
That’s why he was now holding meetings worth billions while wasting his time interviewing a parade of worthless women who thought they could seduce their way into a job. Disgusting.
He shouted at the trembling woman standing in front of him. "GET OUT!"
The woman hurriedly ran out of his office.
Another one stepped in, wearing a very short skirt and a top that barely covered anything. Lucifer’s patience was already at its limit.
"SIT!" he barked at her harshly.
"Name?" he demanded.
"Masily, or whatever you like to call me," the woman said seductively, giving him a wink.
That was it. BLOODY HELL!!! He lost it. He grabbed a vase from the table and threw it against the wall.
"This is a fucking office, you whore! What do you think this is? Get out before I lose what little patience I have and do something I regret!" he yelled, watching as the woman fled, crying.
Fed up, Lucifer stormed out of his office to take out his frustration on someone else—namely, the receptionist.
"Jennifer!" he roared. The woman rushed to stand in front of him, trembling in fear.
"You can’t send me one decent candidate for the interview? I want a secretary, not a slut!" he snarled.
As he was about to return to his office, he caught sight of a petite, angelic figure sitting quietly in the waiting area. A young woman, trembling from the earlier shouting, her blonde hair glowing in the light. Something about her struck him—he felt a twinge of pity, though he couldn’t quite understand why.
When there was a knock on the door, Lucifer was certain that the next candidate would just be more of the same.
"Come in," he growled.
The door creaked open, and the figure entered—her. The same delicate figure, the same wide, innocent blue eyes. She walked toward him slowly, her head slightly down, her hands trembling.
Lucifer’s mind raced. He had never felt such a strong reaction to anyone before. Why was she so scared of him? He didn’t like it. For the first time in his life, Lucifer didn’t like the fact that someone was afraid of him.
"Sit," he ordered in a softer tone, though it was still authoritative.
She sat across from him, her eyes not meeting his, but her presence somehow more calming than the others.
Lucifer cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "What’s your name, dear?"
"A-Angelica Anderson, sir," she stammered, her voice like a soft whisper. She was so beautiful, and her innocence was almost palpable. The name Angelica fit her perfectly.
He glanced down at her resume, noting the recommendation from Mrs. Anderson. Mrs. Anderson had worked as his father's PA for thirty years—respected and professional.
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