Melinoe hated when life got serious. It was bad enough she had to walk in the human world, but to treat them like equals was horrific. And to actually think she would have to ask one for a job made her skin crawl. The mortals were nothing, mere playthings, and now to act like they were in anyway her equal made her sick.
But the thought of the consequences should she fail to follow Cyrus’s lead was even worse. Pluto could have blasted her from existence, but he let her live out of love for his wife. She doubted he would be so kind as to do so again. She would have to walk a careful path and toe the line set for her.
She didn’t have to like it though.
Just have to wait. I just need to stay here until Caelus resurfaces. He won’t make the same mistake to betray me a second time. Next time, he will understand how important I am to him.
The thoughts ran through her head again and again as she put on her clothes. While her mother hadn’t bothered to send any monetary care with her, Persephone did at least forward Melinoe’s wardrobes. Three massive trunks of clothes now sat in the corner of the apartment’s living room. She went through them and found the right outfit.
A crimson blouse, just form-fitting enough to reveal her curves without revealing too much, and a pair of slacks tight around her waist but loose around her legs. A pair of inch and a half heels, one of a hundred pairs from two dozen designers, completed her ensemble. She combed her long black hair into a tight bun, donned a pair of unnecessary glasses and admired herself in the mirror.
I believe that is professional enough. Now let’s see what I can find. If I must work, I shall at least find something that speaks to me and pays me. I will not work for some paltry nothings like my brother.
She gave her reflection a sly smile before she turned away. She scooped up her handbag and sauntered out of the apartment.
A few minutes later, she was out on the street. With no money, she couldn’t afford to hail a taxi or even take a bus. She didn’t let it bother her. Instead she walked with a smile. It was only a few miles.
Nothing to a goddess.
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