Jenny was in a foul mood. She had left the office three hours later than usual that day... the damn end of year reports were kicking the whole company's ass. Everyone was feeling the pressure and her boss had screamed at her twice for no reason.
She shook her long blonde hair out from it's clip and combed it through with her fingers as she stepped through the door of her apartment.
'Wine time,' she thought miserably, flicking her sensible work shoes off as she walked to the kitchen where half a bottle of red was waiting.
She poured it into a large glass and flopped down on her sofa, sighing heavily and taking a large gulp.
It wasn't even like she cared about this stupid job. Her boss was a pervy asshole, who, when he wasn't screaming, was trying to peer down her blouse.
Jenny wasn't exactly small in the chest area, but her clothes were always conservative, apparently even the long skirts and cropped blazers she wore couldn't hide her curves. She'd been with the company for around a year and felt like the office pin up every time she walked into a room.
She pulled her laptop towards her and opened a search engine.
'Personal assistant jobs'
She scrolled through page after page of jobs, growing frustrated at the low wages, long commute, or unreasonable work hours.
'Must be available after scheduled hours to take phone calls and run errands,' she mused, grimacing and taking another long sip of her drink, 'what a joke... wait a minute...' she trailed off and clicked on a different job advert.
'Personal assistant to the devil,' she snorted, well that was one she hadn't heard before. 'Flexible hours, work whenever the desire takes you... weird way to phrase that... but wow, double my current wage!'
She clicked apply. What was the harm?
Question one.
Are you a christian?
Jenny laughed aloud and hit no while taking another swig of wine. They were sure taking this devil thing seriously...
The next day rolled around with a hangover and a ten minute meeting with her screaming boss. Apparently being three minutes late at this time of year was the worst thing she could possibly have ever done.
When she finally got back to her desk she eagerly checked her email.
One new email.
Thank you for you application for my personal assistant vacancy Ms. Noble.
Your answers to our questions were... intriguing and it may be that you're exactly what I'm looking for... but I suppose only time will tell.
When are you available for interview?
Intriguing? Jenny flushed. The rest of the questions had been just as outlandish as the first, and aided by the wine, she may have answered some a little flirty, or jokingly... Damn it. She couldn't really remember. She looked through the glass wall of her office to see her boss knocking a cup of coffee out of an intern's hand and made up her mind. Time to make a deal with the devil.
Jenny looked down at the scrap of paper she'd written the address on. This couldn't be right, surely?
Instead of an office block, she was outside a large manor house, with a sprawling drive way and an iron gate.
Well, she shrugged, maybe he was interviewing at home.
The gates opened as she moved closer and she walked up to the front door, smoothing out her sensible skirt and blazer.
The door bell rang loud and echoing and her nerves increased. It was a little creepy.
