Chapter 1   “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 further piss him off. “Yes,” he snarled at the little hypochondriac that missed more days than all his other employees combined as he somehow resisted the urge to throttle the meddling woman that had made his life a living hell since the day that he’d foolishly hired her. Her frown deepened as she glanced over her shoulder at the stack of boxes that had arrived only an hour ago. “Did they mess up the order?” she asked, having the balls to look adorably confused as she returned her attention back to him. “You could say that,” he said, honestly surprised that he hadn't resorted to shouting at the little pain in the ass yet. He glanced at the Coca Cola clock hanging above the door and noted that it was still early.