See You in Hell (Mel Goes to Hell Series Book 2) by Demelza Carlton
Authors: Demelza Carlton
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invasion."
"Ah."
"The online news sites are already running a story about the invasion. We need to comment as soon as possible."
CEO to give immediate press conference to prevent panic, Mel typed.
"Set it up for half an hour? I need to go find a tie." Luce left.
About five minutes after his departure, the phone rang again. Lili hit the speakerphone button, trying to sound as authoritative as Luce. "Hello? Report."
"Hi, it's Phil. We have one specimen, but the other one is gone."
"You've lost an alien?"
"No, not entirely. We know where it is. The alien was mistaken for seafood at a barbeque and met with an unfortunate accident."
Mel's fingers skittered across the keys. Alien corpse bbqed and served at a party.
"What happened?"
"Ah, the lady who found it says that it was quite delicious. She gave us the remains of the carcass."
"Can you identify it?"
"It appears to bear some similarity to a local tropical rock lobster species…"
Tropical rock lobster mistaken for alien – report is a false alarm, Mel typed as fast as she could.
"What about the remaining specimen?"
"Definitely a very large tropical rock lobster. We've commandeered the specimen for testing…one of our researchers would like to see what it tastes like with butter."
"Ah, okay. Thanks, Phil."
"Sure, bye."
Relieved murmurs flowed around the table. Everyone else started discussing where they intended to go for breakfast following the meeting.
"Um, Lili?" Mel ventured. "What are we going to tell the press conference?"
Lili smiled, her handbag already on her shoulder as she straightened her shirt in preparation for going out. "It's not the end of the world. Just step upstairs and tell Luce it was a false alarm. He can tell the media that we've averted disaster." She followed the team out toward the lift.
Mel broke into a run up the stairs to the seminar room, where Luce had held the briefing on her in her bikinis. She could hear the sound of voices behind the door, so she silently turned the handle and slipped inside.
At the front, his gaze sweeping a dozen cameras as he spoke into a myriad of microphones, Luce smiled. "The important thing to remember is that, even if aliens are invading and the apocalypse is nigh, this is not the end of the world. We have specialist staff ready to respond to any and all invasion forces…" He caught sight of her. "Yes?"
All eyes and lenses turned to Mel and her insides froze with fear, as they always did when she had to speak in public.
Mel dropped to her knees. It might not be an alien invasion, but it was the end of the world. Her boss had just predicted doomsday from an invasion of lobsters. She didn't dare say that the specialist staff were responding with butter. She couldn't say a word. Oh Hell.
The crowd seemed to surge closer to her with a concerned cacophony of sound, but Luce held up his hands for silence and space as he strode closer. "Are you here to report that the situation has been contained?" Luce asked tersely.
Mutely, Mel nodded. Contained in a steamer, she couldn't seem to say. Tears sprang to her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
"One of our dedicated staff, ladies and gentlemen, who played a key role in averting disaster." Luce leaped lightly up the steps and held out a hand to Mel. She grasped his arm as she rose, holding on to him for support. All she could feel emanating from him was sympathy – a strange sensation for a demon, she thought, as she permitted him to lead her forward to the lectern. "May I present the heroine who's saved the day, Miss Melody Angel!" he boomed, a supportive arm sliding around her waist when it felt like she'd fall to her knees again. Flashes blinded her, shimmering through her tears.
"No further questions," Luce said, waving them away with his free hand. He stood at Mel's side until the last journalist had left, shutting the door behind him. The unusually solicitous demon helped her sit in one of the front-row chairs.
Mel stared at Luce, trying to
"Ah."
"The online news sites are already running a story about the invasion. We need to comment as soon as possible."
CEO to give immediate press conference to prevent panic, Mel typed.
"Set it up for half an hour? I need to go find a tie." Luce left.
About five minutes after his departure, the phone rang again. Lili hit the speakerphone button, trying to sound as authoritative as Luce. "Hello? Report."
"Hi, it's Phil. We have one specimen, but the other one is gone."
"You've lost an alien?"
"No, not entirely. We know where it is. The alien was mistaken for seafood at a barbeque and met with an unfortunate accident."
Mel's fingers skittered across the keys. Alien corpse bbqed and served at a party.
"What happened?"
"Ah, the lady who found it says that it was quite delicious. She gave us the remains of the carcass."
"Can you identify it?"
"It appears to bear some similarity to a local tropical rock lobster species…"
Tropical rock lobster mistaken for alien – report is a false alarm, Mel typed as fast as she could.
"What about the remaining specimen?"
"Definitely a very large tropical rock lobster. We've commandeered the specimen for testing…one of our researchers would like to see what it tastes like with butter."
"Ah, okay. Thanks, Phil."
"Sure, bye."
Relieved murmurs flowed around the table. Everyone else started discussing where they intended to go for breakfast following the meeting.
"Um, Lili?" Mel ventured. "What are we going to tell the press conference?"
Lili smiled, her handbag already on her shoulder as she straightened her shirt in preparation for going out. "It's not the end of the world. Just step upstairs and tell Luce it was a false alarm. He can tell the media that we've averted disaster." She followed the team out toward the lift.
Mel broke into a run up the stairs to the seminar room, where Luce had held the briefing on her in her bikinis. She could hear the sound of voices behind the door, so she silently turned the handle and slipped inside.
At the front, his gaze sweeping a dozen cameras as he spoke into a myriad of microphones, Luce smiled. "The important thing to remember is that, even if aliens are invading and the apocalypse is nigh, this is not the end of the world. We have specialist staff ready to respond to any and all invasion forces…" He caught sight of her. "Yes?"
All eyes and lenses turned to Mel and her insides froze with fear, as they always did when she had to speak in public.
Mel dropped to her knees. It might not be an alien invasion, but it was the end of the world. Her boss had just predicted doomsday from an invasion of lobsters. She didn't dare say that the specialist staff were responding with butter. She couldn't say a word. Oh Hell.
The crowd seemed to surge closer to her with a concerned cacophony of sound, but Luce held up his hands for silence and space as he strode closer. "Are you here to report that the situation has been contained?" Luce asked tersely.
Mutely, Mel nodded. Contained in a steamer, she couldn't seem to say. Tears sprang to her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
"One of our dedicated staff, ladies and gentlemen, who played a key role in averting disaster." Luce leaped lightly up the steps and held out a hand to Mel. She grasped his arm as she rose, holding on to him for support. All she could feel emanating from him was sympathy – a strange sensation for a demon, she thought, as she permitted him to lead her forward to the lectern. "May I present the heroine who's saved the day, Miss Melody Angel!" he boomed, a supportive arm sliding around her waist when it felt like she'd fall to her knees again. Flashes blinded her, shimmering through her tears.
"No further questions," Luce said, waving them away with his free hand. He stood at Mel's side until the last journalist had left, shutting the door behind him. The unusually solicitous demon helped her sit in one of the front-row chairs.
Mel stared at Luce, trying to
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