It was only Monday morning, and Sabrina was already dreading the rest of the day. It was her first official day of work at Morningstar Pharmaceuticals. She was nervous, and it showed. She had spent forever picking out an outfit that was the perfect balance of youth and sophistication. It shouldn't have been hard, considering most of her closet fit those criteria, but the knots in her stomach made it difficult to decide.

Making it through the school day seemed impossible, but somehow, she managed. First-period English was surprisingly interesting. Mr. Corey made the unit they were starting on Dante's Inferno seem fascinating. Second-period financial math was a breeze. She finished her work in the first twenty minutes and spent the rest of class SnapChatting Prudence, Dorcas, and Agatha. They were somehow more invested in her life than she was at the moment and had already made her promise to tell them all about her first day of work.

Physics was a bore, and lunch was able to provide some much-needed relief from her stress-filled thoughts. She was happy to listen to Theo chatter away about the guy he met in Riverdale and had a date with on Saturday and help Roz decide what cheers the Ravenettes would practice later in the week.

Theater class was fun, as always, and she was looking forward to auditioning for their fall show. Ms. Good had chosen Dracula, and Sabrina had her eye on the part of Mina Murray. It was going to be difficult to fit everything into her schedule, but she was determined to be in at least one show this year, even if it killed her.

Pre-cal was hell. She didn't even know why she took that class, and she spent most of her study hall period slaving over the homework she had for it. She had yet to get a feel for third-year Latin, but it didn't seem like it would cause her too much stress.

Since she was a senior, and she had all of the credits necessary to graduate, she had seventh-period leave. On days where she had cheer practice or rehearsal, she would finish up her homework in the library and head to whatever activity started as soon as the last bell rang at four. On the days where she didn't have any extracurriculars, she would just head home and finish her work at the dining room table while Hilda made dinner in the kitchen.

At least, that was how things used to be. Now, in her free evenings, she was going to be working at Morningstar Pharmaceuticals with Zelda and Ambrose. She was just setting into the routine of school starting up again, and things were already changing.

She sighed a long, slow, tired sound that must've been louder than she thought because it caught the attention of her Aunt Hilda in the driver's seat of the car on the way to work. Her place of work. That was going to take some getting used to.

"Are you alright, duckie?"

Sabrina nodded, "Just nervous, I guess. I'll get over it."

"You don't have to do this," Hilda assured her.

"I know," she nodded, "but it will be good for me."

"It's not too late to change your mind," she said as they pulled into the parking lot.

"I know that, too," she soothed and proceeded to scoop up her laptop bag and start to exit the car.

"Before I forget," she interrupted Sabrina, "I packed you a little snack. I know you're always hungry after school."

Sabrina leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Thank you," she accepted the Tupperware container from her hands with a smile, "See you at dinner."

She spent a few minutes staring at the familiar building, it somehow seemed more daunting than usual, before entering. Somewhere between the front doors and the receptionist's desk, she realized that she had absolutely no idea where she was supposed to go. She just stood there, in the middle of the lobby, like a deer in the headlights.

"Spellman!" a voice called.

"Hey, Nick," she replied, resuming her walk to his desk.

"Nervous about your first day of work?" he asked.

"You could say that," she nodded, "I don't even know where I'm supposed to go."

"I wouldn't worry about it too much. I was told to call Lilith as soon as you got here."

"Lilith?" Sabrina had heard the name before, but she didn't know who it belonged to.

"She's Lucifer's personal assistant," he leaned in a little closer, "but everyone calls her Madam Satan behind her back."

"Why?"

"You must be Sabrina," a woman's voice said from behind her. It startled her, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

"You'll see," Nick said, "See you around, Spellman."

She watched him settle back into his chair before turning around to confront the person who scared her. It was a woman with long, dark hair, and sharp features. If Sabrina had to guess, which she would never do aloud, she was about the same age as her Aunt Zelda. She gracefully extended her hand to her.

She accepted it with a smile, "And you're Lilith."

"I am," she confirmed, "Mr. Morningstar requested that I bring you to his office as soon as you arrived."

"Why am I not surprised?" Sabrina rolled her eyes as she followed Lilith into the elevator.

The doors shut, and she watched as the other woman extended one slim finger with a neatly painted red nail to press the button that would direct them to the sixth floor. It lit up, and the creaking and whirling of the elevator's numerous mechanisms informed them that they were well on their way to their destination.

"I've been working for Morningstar Pharmaceuticals for most of my life, and very little has changed in the way of structure and order, so you can imagine my surprise when I find out that a new position has been created. A position to be given to a teenage girl no less."

"I'm just as surprised as you," she admitted.

"It makes me wonder what is so special about you."

"Ask Lucifer," Sabrina said.

"Lucifer," she repeated, the word sounding foreign on her tongue, "Did he tell you to call him that?"

She nodded, confused as to why her addressing him as such resulted in her bewilderment.

"So many surprises," Lilith said as the elevator door opened, "Follow me."

Sabrina did as she was told, doing her best to keep up with the older woman's long, confident strides. Her success was only marginal at best. It must have looked like a tiny puppy trying to keep up with a full-grown Doberman pinscher.

She certainly had that aura about her. Strong, confident, commanding. That was what she had to be in this environment. It seemed like this was a cut-throat world, a never-ending chess game, dominated by men. That was something Sabrina could respect.

"Mr. Morningstar," she pushed open a set of double doors, "I brought the girl as requested."

Mr. Morningstar? Didn't she say she had worked for him for years? Wouldn't all sense of formality be replaced by comfortable familiarity? It was easy now to figure out why she had been surprised when she had called him by his first name.

"Excellent," Lucifer replied, "I'll let you know if we require anything further."

She watched slightly uneasy as Lilith turned on her heel and shut the door on her way out, leaving her just standing there, awkwardly.

From his place at his desk, he gestured for her to sit down.

Somewhat reluctantly, she did, sinking into the oversized leather chair and gathering her things into her lap. It made her feel small. Walking next to Lilith made her feel small. The building itself made her feel small, but all of that was nothing compared to the way Lucifer made her feel, with his hand-tailored burgundy suit, perfectly messy brown hair, looking at her in a way she could only describe as lascivious.

No, she had to be mistaken. She was just nervous, and he could pick up on it. He found it amusing. He found her amusing.

"What have you got there, little one?"

She looked down at the container in her lap and realized she didn't know. She tilted it to the side and looked through the clear plastic bowl. Strawberries, kiwis, apple chunks filled her vision. "Fruit salad. I'm usually hungry when I get home from school."

"Well go on," he said, "We can't have you going hungry, now can we?"

"What about work?" she asked.

"Right down to business," he laughed, "I like that, but I would like to ask you a few questions, get to know you."

"You're the boss," she snapped the spoon off the lid of the bowl. Thank God for the convenience of Tupperware. "Ask away."

"Tell me," he leaned forward with his hands on his desk, "Why did you agree to work for me?"

She shrugged, "It would look good on college and future job applications."

"Simple as that?"

"Simple as that," she confirmed, popping a spoon full of fruit salad into her mouth. She hoped he bought it. He couldn't know that she was worried about him punishing Zelda and Ambrose if she refused. "Anything else you want to know?"

"All kinds of things," he murmured, "Such as, what activities, besides cheerleading, will I be sharing your time with?"

"Theater."

"You're an actress," he grinned, "Are you currently involved in any productions?"

She shook her head, "Auditions for our first show of the year are next week."

"I also wouldn't want to interfere with your social life, friends, boyfriend, that sort of thing."

"Awfully considerate of you," Sabrina observed, wondering if there was some kind of catch.

"Of course," he agreed, trying to act nonchalantly, even though it was clear that he thought highly of his actions, "Social interaction is important for a young girl."

"Do you have any children?" she inquired.

She didn't know everything about him like Ambrose or the Sisters did, but it was hard to picture him with a child. He didn't seem like the type to tolerate baby vomit or juice staining one of his designer suits. The thought made her suppress laughter.

"I'm afraid not," he sounded slightly saddened by the fact, much to her surprise, "I'd have loved a daughter. I'd have spoiled her rotten."

"You still have time," she said, closing up the, now empty, Tupperware container.

"That I do, but this is supposed to be about you."

"Then let me ask you something else," she licked her lips, tasting strawberry juice and honey from the fruit salad. He leaned back into his chair, and it seemed to be his way of permitting her to continue. "Why did you hire me? What's so special about me?"

"I believe I answered that question at dinner the other evening."

"I think there's more to it than that."

"Do you now?"

"I do, and I'd really like to know what it is."

He laughed, a surprisingly melodic sound that filled the whole room. It was nothing like the low chuckle that had escaped his lips at dinner this past Saturday, but it was no less appealing. Everything about him was appealing. His looks, the aura of mystery surrounding him, and even his stupid, arrogant personality.

She huffed in frustration. Teenage hormones were a bitch. She didn't believe her middle school health class teacher when he had said it, but she now knew it to be true. It was pathetic, honestly.

"You remind me of me," he confessed, "Persistent, stubborn-"

"We're nothing alike," she stated firmly.

"You seem certain of that."

"I am."

She was self-assured and confident but not arrogant. She wasn't raised in an expensive house, around fancy cars, and sent to private schools. He had a mother and a father, in the traditional sense, and she didn't. She ate diner food, went to football games, and watched horror movies. It was hard to imagine him doing any of those things.

"It seems, as though, you've had enough of the niceties."

"I have."

"Would you like to get down to business then?"

Sabrina plastered a wide, fake, smile on her face, "Nothing would make me happier."