I was straightening my bra when I saw Ladouche in the mirror—he was standing behind me.
I jumped into my blouse. “Not only are you a demon, you’re a pervert, too.”
“You’re a seven compared to the women in hell,” he said.
A seven? On what scale? I hoped it was between one and seven.
“How was your first day?”
I buttoned up. “Good enough.”
Ladouche reached into a mail bin and tossed a handful of envelopes into the air. “You talked about mail; that’s an interesting topic.”
“Hardly. It’s impossible to steal—that’s the only thing I learned.”
“Impossible for a normal person. But you’re not normal anymore, remember?” An envelope appeared in my hand; Ladouche reappeared beside me and tapped on it. “You were curious about the contents of the envelopes you deliver. Well, inside this one is a
