Fire & Brimstone
“You’re fired,” Lucifer bit out as he openly glared at the small woman sitting across from him, silently daring her to argue with him, again.
Five goddamn long years he’d been trying to fire the woman staring back at him through deceptively innocent baby blue eyes and every single time she’d somehow managed to get out of it, but not today.
This time she’d gone too far.
“Is this about the uniforms?” Rebecca Shaw, the bane of his existence, asked with a slight frown that only managed to piss him off more.