Demon Hunter

Chapter 1- I Just Wanna Kick My Boss Out Of A Window

I groaned inwardly as I gazed at the pile of sh*t-excuse my language, I mean the pile of magazines on my desk. I had to go through all these to make sure they were ready to be duplicated, printed and many copies of them available for the human race to shamefully devour and gossip about.

I grabbed the first magazine which had a blonde bombshell on it, kissing a Greek god statue. Rolling my eyes, I opened it to the first page.

My violet irises scrolled through the densely worded page. Hmm, right away I notice a few errors. The writers have added too much detail. There aren't enough pictures. They didn't make any spelling mistakes, they just wrote unnecessary clutter.

"Elliot," I called.

Elliot was wearing gray pants like me since this magazine has a dress code and one of them is "must wear either black, white or gray pants."

No joke, this is an actual policy of this company. Only the boss and his close associates are allowed to wear whatever they'd like and if that includes skimpy clothing, then so be it.

Elliot sat across from me, flipping through a magazine. His black boots were right on top of the table. Not only on the table, but on top of the magazines.

"You freaking bozo, move your stupid boots off the magazine," I snapped at him.

Elliot's dark brown eyes went wide as he quickly moved his boots off the table. While doing so, he caused the magazine to tear.

Dear god, I thought to myself. What am I going to do with my co-worker?

"Sorry about that Raven," he said, yawning which in turn caused me to yawn.

After that quick yawn, I sighed. "It's fine, just try not to make a habit of it."

He downcast his head, looking down...at the floor, I hope.

"Sure, yeah," he mumbled as he went back to going through the magazine.

Trash, crap, more trash, more crap. Scanning these pages tired me out. I was exhausted by the time boss walked into my office.

Mr. Sweetener was an old man, in his 60's and he had grayish hair that was barely visible. Some people just describe him as a bald hag but I, being the observant person that I am and examining him closely, have noticed a thinning patch of hair on his head. Mr. Sweetener wore a red suit, the color of lipstick and glancing down, I noticed he had on two different socks. One was yellow with rubber ducks while the other one was blue with cartoonish whales.

I'm just going to be honest here and say Mr. Sweetener doesn't look like a boss. He may not look like one but he---

"Miss. Rouge," Mr. Sweetener barked like a wild dog that wasn't tamed, "Are you done going through the magazines with your bubbly partner Elena?"

Elliot coughed.

"It's Elliot, sir."

"Shut up, you mongrel. So long as I pay you money I can call you whatever the hell I want." Mr. Sweetener said calmly in a chilling voice that's supposed to make me cower in fear when really I just wanna take off my shoe and fling it at his smug face.

"Sorry, sir," Elliot said, his eyes downcast.

"You will look at me when I speak to you, Mr. Woods," Mr. Sweetener said coldly.

Hey, how about you take a chill pill, you damn piece of shit? I thought this, angrily, but didn't say it because I don't want to be fired.

"Yes, sir," Elliot said to him, in a wavering voice.