Melody cast her gaze down, evading her boss's compelling eyes, afraid of the look. A summons to the depths of hell for an impromptu job performance review wasn't her idea of fun. She had ignored the warnings she'd received before, so when her body dematerialized in mid-stroke, she hadn't been all that surprised. What pissed her off was being pulled from her lover's embrace when they’d been about to reach the pinnacle. That had just been mean. “Well, Melody, if you don't want to meet your soul quota, how about an extended period of time in the Lake of Fire instead? Say a century or two for starters. Maybe that would change your mind.” She cringed. Been there, done that, seen the movie, and don't want the T-shirt. “Isn't there anything else available more suited to my tastes? Say like greed or gluttony or something like that?” Her insides shuddered at all the options. “Soul collection is just so… I don’t know… Not suited to my disposition.”
