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and off she goes.
    She finds the escalator that takes her straight down to her “office” and once she is settled on her uncomfortable stool, the red light goes off immediately to tell her there is a Reaper waiting for her with a soul to book in.
     
    Axelle opens the little door, glad that she has something to do right away, and finds herself face-to-face with a rather attractive Reaper - if it weren’t for the sneer on his face. She sneers back--giving as good as she gets--and the Reaper practically throws his scroll at her, pulling his hood further forward.
    She catches it, unrolls it, and takes in the information.
    Male - check.
    Axelle gives the soul a once over to determine their temperament and checks the “terrified” box with a smile. She does so love a good, fearful soul. 
    Her eyes scan down the page to where she is supposed to sign and stamp it, when she catches the name of the Reaper.
    “Evan?” she scoffs before she can stop herself. “What kind of a Reaper name is that?”
    Evan-the-Reaper glares at her and pushes back his hood again to reveal his chestnut brown hair and his sneer deepens taking her in with a scathing, brown-eyed look. “What kind of Admin bitch name is Axel ?” he asks scornfully.
    Axelle gapes at him and then at her name badge. Her angry eyes pin his as she spits out, “It’s Axelle . Rhymes with gazelle .”
    “Well, Axelle-rhymes-with-gazelle, sign the fucking scroll so I can get out of here. I have a job to do,” Evan barks at her.
    Axelle scrawls her name across the bottom of the scroll and stamps it with enough force to shake the small desk. She stuffs it into the slot and slams the door in Evan’s face.
    What a jerk.
    She has a job to do as well, even though it sucks on a huge level, especially when she has jerky Reapers to deal with.
    Almost immediately the red light lights up again and she yanks the door open. It had better not be Evan back to piss her off.
    It’s not. It’s another taciturn Reaper that she hasn’t seen before with a rather amused soul. Axelle jealously checks the “amused” box and signs and stamps the scroll, and away it goes to Assignments. That lucky bastard will probably be back on earth soon in a really cushy position. A thought occurs to her that she can still cause a bit of chaos and mayhem in this job and it will probably make it more interesting. If she just started ticking the wrong boxes, the souls would be generated into demonic essences and then sent all over the place to assignments that they weren’t suited for. She chuckles to herself as she thinks of all the screw-ups that would happen and it cheers her up slightly. Besides, why should all of these amused newbies get to go back out when she is stuck here in this crappy job?
    “Don’t even think about it,” a voice booms out behind her and she spins to see Roberta looming over her. “What you tick on that scroll affects everyone, even you. Don’t make me stand over you like some kind of baby-sitter.”
    The thought of spending the entire day with Roberta hovering over her shoulder makes Axelle rethink her devious plan. Nodding her head she mutters, “Understood.” How did that enormous wench even know what she was thinking? Or is she that transparently miserable and with her reputation as a havoc-wreaker it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together? Yeah, it is probably that and not some hellish power that she can only dream of having access to.
    Roberta nods fiercely and vanishes, and Axelle has barely had time to turn back around when off the light goes again.
    Man, what is going on today? Or is this a usual day and yesterday was, like, a painfully slow day at the office?
     

~ Chapter Five ~
     
    After the tenth soul has been shipped off to Assignments--all with their correct temperaments grudgingly recorded--Axelle asks the next Reaper what is going on.
    “Was there, like, a train wreck or something?” she asks sardonically.
    “Or something,” comes the