To Hell and Back (Mel Goes to Hell Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

chooses Lord. Lucky Lord. Yet love remains and loyalty. Honoured to be at Lady's service in anything."
    "The honour is mine," Mel responded. "And I hope never to ask too much of you. But any work you do for the HELL Corporation must be paid for as if you were any other employee. I'll see to it. And I recommend you move out of this storeroom because I'm going to fix the stationery situation, too. Thanks, Sptlk. Oh, have you had lunch today?"
    The imp shook his head.
    "Go to Mephi's desk and tell her I authorised your use of her corporate credit card for a catering order. Head downstairs and make sure you get plenty for everyone." Mel winked. "I'll tell her on my way back to my desk."
    "Working with Lady pleasure indeed." Sptlk grinned.
    That's what Luce had said, too. Mel hid her smile and headed back to her office. She had a whole mess of problems to sort out before the afternoon was over.

"Someone's violated a directive and there'll be Hell to pay!" a male voice shouted.
    Luce rubbed his temples, hoping to ease the building headache. He'd had enough of work to last him all week. From what he'd discovered, he suspected Persephone hadn't done a single work-related thing in his absence. Heaven only knew what she had done, in between her jaunts to Hell to taunt him.
    "This'll blow our budget by thousands of dollars this month alone! I won't answer for it!" the voice continued.
    Luce gave up and pulled on his jacket. He wanted to lose himself in Mel's arms and forget everything but the bliss he found there.
    "Lord Lucifer, it's not my fault!" The voice soared up an octave as the demon who owned it dropped to his knees. Turiel, who dealt with intellectual property and copyright law.
    Luce snorted. He was certain he'd made the right decision on Turiel's appointment. After all, who knew better than the demon who'd made copyright infringement an art back in the 1950s? He'd even called the bloody thing a grimoire, as if the obsolete word would give his bastardised book the legitimacy it lacked.
    "Who'd you copy this time, then?" Luce asked with a chuckle.
    Turiel shook a sheaf of papers so hard they rustled like the maple leaves in the autumn wind outside. "I did nothing! Someone's ordered so much stationery we don't have anywhere to put it! I checked at the delivery centre and the order definitely came from inside HELL. When I find out who placed this order, I'm going to…"
    Luce waited, but Turiel seemed to be all out of consequences. And complete sentences. "Kiss them? Make them a bouquet of fresh-sharpened pencils?"
    "More like stab them with pencils," Turiel muttered.
    Mel appeared in the doorway, her beaming smile and shining eyes claiming Luce's attention. "Pencils? Ooh, have they arrived already? I was hoping I'd have some stationery before I left today. I know I can make notes on my computer, but there's nothing like the feeling of writing task lists by hand and crossing them out when they're complete."
    "She did it!" Turiel whined, pointing.
    Ignoring the demon, Luce asked, "So what miracles have you worked today?"
    Mel lowered her gaze. "Not many. Coffee beans will arrive in the morning because the warehouse was closed by the time I got hold of the delivery rep. Stationery was an easy online order. I found some of the old orders in the previous CFO's files, so I put in an order for what I estimate is about three months' worth – enough to make up the shortfall from no one having ordered any. Nobody's paid the imps, so I made arrangements with HR and payroll, which includes back pay, and I've allocated them a catering budget again. Luce, the company can't operate without a Chief Financial Officer. Hell, I can't even find records of an accountant here. All your financials are a mess."
    Luce shrugged. "All in a day's work for an angel. I think you've done enough for today – time to head home for dinner."
    "What about punishing her for the stationery?" Turiel demanded.
    Punishing Mel for ordering pencils? Luce stared at the