It was already the next day, with sunlight streaming into the office of the Miracle Model Agency.
Lucifer sat at his desk, going through a stack of papers while listening to Claire explain his responsibilities to him.
After fucking his mom in the bedroom attached to his office for hours yesterday, Lucifer had taken Lisa back to their house, where she had packed a suitcase and got ready for her trip abroad.
As Lisa departed, she told him she would call him as soon as she landed and also wished him good luck in his new job.
And now, Lucifer found himself sitting at his desk, reading through a bunch of documents while listening to Claire talk about his job. He couldn't help but glance at her legs as she spoke, admiring the way her skirt clung to her thighs. Her body was perfect.
He wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against his fingertips. But he forced himself to keep his focus on the work at hand, as much as he would've loved to take her right then and there.
"Sir, your job will be to oversee everything related to the Miracle Model Agency. That includes handling contracts, scheduling photo shoots, managing budgets, hiring models, and taking care of any other business matters that may come up.
You'll also have to attend meetings with clients, potential sponsors, and other important people. And you'll need to attend parties and events to make connections." Claire explained with a serious expression on her face. "It's not as difficult as it sounds, though.
I've already got most of the paperwork done for you, so all you have to do is approve the documents and then sign them."
"I got it," Lucifer said, nodding his head as he continued reading the documents.
"Are you sure? Because you don't look like you're paying attention." Claire said, raising an eyebrow as she stared at Lucifer, who was still stealing glances at her legs.
Lucifer quickly looked up and met her gaze, giving her a sheepish grin before turning his attention back to the documents in his hand. "I am. I'm just multitasking."
"True." Lucifer nodded his head in agreement. "Now, what's next on the agenda?"
"Next is going over the budget." Claire answered as she took a stack of papers from her file and placed them in front of Lucifer. "This is a list of all the expenses for the agency. You need to keep an eye on these numbers and make sure they stay within the limits of your allocated budget."
Lucifer picked up the documents and scanned through the pages, skimming over the various amounts listed. The numbers were quite impressive. It seemed like the agency was doing pretty well.
"I've highlighted the most important expenses in red. The rest are in green." Claire said, pointing at a highlighted line on one of the sheets in Lucifer's hand. "Those are just some of the most common expenses you'll have to take care of. However, there may be others, depending on what happens."
Lucifer looked over the highlighted items and noted that they were indeed the biggest expenses. "Okay, I think I understand. So I just need to make sure that none of the items exceed their allotted budgets?"
"That's right," Claire confirmed.
Lucifer nodded his head and continued looking through the papers.
"Now, then, shall we continue with the next task?" Claire asked as she took out another folder and handed it to Lucifer.
Lucifer looked at her with a confused expression on his face. "There's more?"
"Of course." Claire replied with a serious expression on her face. "These are contracts for some of our models. I need you to look them over and make sure these models renew their contracts with us."
"Contracts?" Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow as he took the folder from Claire. He opened it and started looking at the various documents. The contracts were fairly straightforward. They stated that the models agreed to work for the Miracle Model Agency for a certain period of time.
They also contained information about the salaries, benefits, and responsibilities of each model. Some of the terms seemed rather unusual to Lucifer. However, he didn't say anything, figuring that it was normal in the industry.