“Wrong. For that woman to give up the Charmed daughters. The fucking power of three shit she hungered for so badly... she is terrifed of you. She hated that you wouldn’t give her what she wanted. But, Cat, she has never hated you. She’s been intimidated by you for as long as I can remember. You didn’t see it, but it was clear to everyone else. Except your superficial sisters.”

I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I was done talking about Persephone.

“I’m job hunting today then I’ll come to the bar and get the key for the apartment later. I have all my things with me.”

There was a pause. “What kind of job?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to figure that out. I haven’t had a very quiet morning to think it over. One interruption after another.”

“I was thinking yesterday but didn’t say anything because you were grieving and I felt like it wasn’t the right time. But I know someone who is looking for a personal assistant. She’s one of my special friends. Lala designs purses. She opened a boutique here a few years ago, and most of her sales were online, but some celebrity, I think it was one of those teenage popstars, but anyway, they were seen with one of her purses at some awards show. Lala’s shit blew up after that. She went from small buisness to a full blown corporation with investors. She’s looking for someone to replace her last assistant. The girl got married two weeks ago and resigned.”

I wasn’t sure who would name their child Lala, but the job sounded like it might pay more than a server and that was what I was looking for. I could make enough money to pay for nursing school. “I’m intersted in talking to her if she’s open to interviewing me.”

“She will be. That’s not a question. I’ll call her and then get back to you with the details. Don’t accept another job until you’ve talked to her.”

“Okay and thank you,” I replied.

“No problem. Just, if you do turn into a wicked demonic creature, don’t kill her. She’s my friend,” he said, then ended the call with a chuckle.

I smiled and shook my head. Knowing he, too, thought Persephone was crazy, helped. I flicked a glance at myself in the rearview mirror and saw nothing out of the ordinary other than the fact my makeup still looked perfect. A perk of casting a spell rather than just putting the makeup on myself. I’d forgotten about that.