The final year for this trainwreck story.
With poverty looming, Damien’s desperate for a job, even if his boss is Grace. Furthermore, something odd seems to be happening with Adrianne, and the complications have brought a new archangel into the mess.
“We appreciate your interest in the position, but we’ve decided to go with another candidate at this time. Thank you.” Damien scowled at the email. Another rejection. He buried his head in his hands amidst a grumble. He knew when he started applying for a job he’d see more than one of these emails, but…
It was an angel so tall she may have even had a couple inches of Anima. From atop the her towering stature, she watched them enter the room. Just as distinctive as her height, however, was the second pair of arms clasped behind her back. “Damien, this is Adrianne. She’s an archangel of Intrinsicality and she has a few questions for you.”
Andrew was a fine young lad, Grace decided. In the peak of his twenties, confident, sociable, and without a worry in the world. His eyes practically sparkled when he spoke and his laugh was full and genuine. He would’ve been in perfect health, too, except for the construction accident that had taken half a leg…
What terrible timing. Who on earth was at the door? He almost never had visitors and he wasn’t expecting any packages. Some door-to-door salesman? A discontented neighbor? His breath caught and he stumbled back: the reality of the situation was far, far worse. The visitor was Doctor Grace.
Feathers. A wealth of them made up broad, reaching wings sprawled across his vision. Attached to them was a body, glowing with the warmth of the summer sun. Soft cheeks and eyes so blue they glowed. An angel? He panicked, the first thought running through his head screaming: “Oh my god, she drugged me!”
Aaron and Valerie do the diddly.
