Chapter 2

Satan himself

Jason grinned. This was even better than he had hoped. She looked very annoyed. And man, did she look cute when she was annoyed. 'Ok, forget annoyed,' He thought, as she looked at him as if he had horns and a tail sprouting from his body, and on his desk lay a pitch fork. She was down right pied off. He had to do everything In his power to keep from laughing, but boy, was she making it difficult.

"Hello Meems." He smiled, enjoying this much, much more than he should.

"Lucifer." She replied, crossing her arms. What on earth was going on? This was some sick joke, him pretending to be her boss like this. Then she saw it. The name plate. "God." She muttered.

His eyes were laughing. It was all he could do not to laugh himself. "Really, you should make up your mind. I mean, don't get me wrong, if you want to call me God, that's ok, but pick a name and stick with it." His smile widened. His face hurt from smiling so hard. But man, was this wonderful. And entertaining. And man, she was even more beautiful than she was in high school. He had never thought that to be possible.

Mimi quickly retained her composure. She drew in a deep breath. She needed this job. Badly. It didn't matter that hell spawn here was her new boss, it payed money. Good money. Money she needed. So, squaring her shoulders and smiling tightly, she leaned over to shake Jason's hand.

"Good to see you again, Mr. Masters." She said, her tone overly professional.

'Mr. Masters?' He thought to himself, shaking her soft, lovely hand, and holding it for entirely too long. "It's Jason, Meems. Unless you want to call me Satan or God or Lucifer. And you can. But only you." He said, winking, and flashing her a smile, even as he was forcing himself to shut his mouth before he said something even dumber, like, 'Marry me?' Nope… defiantly not a good way to begin.

"Jason then." She said, settling into a chair.

Jason knew that he needed to get down to business- and in a professional way- so he tried to clear his head of thoughts of her. Instead he focused on his company.

"Let me tell you a little about NetCorp, Meems. Do you know anything about it?" He asked, glancing up at the computer screen, where the latest program still nettled at him, causing him to frown. What on earth was it that didn't look right?

"Not a whole lot. Sorry. I just found out about the job last night." Mimi replied, shifting edgily in her chair, wishing he would stop calling her Meems.

"No, no apology necessary. Really. Well, to make a long story short, we started as a small software company, specializing in antivirus programs. We developed a few early breakthrough programs, and grew from there. Now, we're one of the top ten leading computer companies in the world. We have branched into several categories, however. We build computers, programs, hardware… basically" Jason said, leaning forward on his desk, "Our goal within the next ten years is to be the new name thought of with computers. We want to BE computers. This is our latest office, and if I can get the team I want behind me, this will be our new American headquarters. But, that will depend on the people I can get to work here."

Mimi looked at Jason in amazement. Wow. And to think she never credited him with so much as a half a brain cell. "What will my job here entail?" She asked, finding herself surprisingly eager to do her new job- whatever that may be- and help Jason reach his goals. 'At least someone should achieve their dreams.' She thought sadly, trying to push all thoughts of Rex and their baby out of her mind.

Jason smiled. "Your job as marketing exec is basically to make sure that my products are being sold. You Market them by calling up companies, telling them about our newest inventions. You go to meetings with me and stockholders, and if the stockholders get worried, you think up something brilliant to tell them how we're going to make them some money. You also make sure that our packaging is attractive to all sorts of people, and that our advertisements will reach all groups. Basically," Jason paused, loving the little glimmer that was starting to shine in her previously dead eyes, "You sell this company to the public."

"Wow. Jason," Mimi stopped and stared at him. "I can't do that. I don't know…"

"Mimi, maybe you haven't gone to school for this, but trust me, you can. This has your name all over it. Which is one reason why I hired you. I trust you."

Mimi was floored. "Wow. Umm… thank you, really Jason, thank you."

Jason smiled, "Let me show you to your office." He said, standing up. He noted that the light from her eyes was gone. 'What could possibly have turned her so lifeless?' He wondered, determined to find out what had happened to her.

Mimi looked at the clock and realized it was already after seven. It was over two hours past time to go home. Home… she dreaded going there. There was nothing for her there. Not anymore. She was more grateful than she could ever express for this job. She realized it was a charity case, her being given it, but it was just what she needed. It was a reason for her to keep going. It was a distraction. It may even turn out to be her savior from the mess she created for herself.

Was she happy? No. She didn't think she would ever be happy again. But at least she was functioning. She got her desk and paperwork in order, and turned off her computer. She placed the company lap top Jason had given to her in its case, and swung the bag over her shoulder, along with her purse. 'Another long, lonely night at home.' She thought, dreading her apartment, as she walked out into the hall.

Jason saw her leave. She looked very sad. He wanted to take that sadness and make it go away. He wanted to hurt whoever had hurt her. With that in mind, he decided to pay Belle and Phillip a little visit, and see just what exactly was going on with Mimi.

Mimi turned the key in the lock, shifting her groceries in her arms, not prepared for the sight that awaited her. "Oh God!" She cried, not believing it.

"NOOOO! REX!" She yelled, praying he was still here. But there was no answer. She frantically searched the apartment, looking for any of his things he may have left. But no, he had come today, and he had taken everything of his. All traces of him were gone.

Mimi crumpled to the floor, drew her knees to her chest, and began to sob.