Mia: AngelWitch, #3

By Jessica Samuels

Mia is just a normal department store employee until her apartment is broken into. The dark angels found her and she is hiding from the werewolves who framed her. Will she become an AngelWitch and step it up with her mate, or will she fail at it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Samuels
• Release date: Jun 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781696464666

Jessica Samuels

Jessica Samuels is an author who writes young adult and new adult paranormal romance. When she isn’t writing about vampires, werewolves, witches and angels she is watching stream, reading and playing video games with friends to pass the time.

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Chapter 1

As a powerful witch that was part of a strong coven, it sucks to be reduced to a department store worker. I was recently kicked out of my coven due to a corrupt werewolf leader and forced to hide out. When I tried to stop Dorian, my mom was on my side and they took her out. This is personal. Me! Reduced to someone who has to serve snobby creatures with too much money and time on their hands. Forced to hide out and not be able to control the sea, and not so much make a trip to visit my friends down under.

I have to hide for my sake. And that is why I got reduced to working at a place that sells clothes for people who don’t even know how to use it right. And this summer has been hell; between losing my job and having a relationship with an Elite who said it was time apart when really it was a breakup, was just the tip of the shitburg sundae of my life. I was done. Like seriously tired. Just a witch trying to get by, and I lost the only person that was on my side, too.

Fifteen glorious minutes until close at Nikki’s Supernatural Clothing department store. After a long-ass day I was happy to get off. I wanted to go home. My feet ached from all the standing I was doing. I was also getting yelled at left and right over stuff I don’t control so my powers were beginning to slip, and I was becoming snappier than usual.

I was on my feet getting orders, ringing up purchases and returns; an invisible shirt here, a winged shoe there, and even a few vampires needed some capes. I wasn’t alone in having to deal with the crowds of impatient, angry people either. A sassy witch named Laura was with me.

I was tired, and even though I did my eyes up, they were already fading towards the end. My feet were killing me even with a foot pad. But, no, these bitches just had to come in and torment us fifteen fucking minutes before close...

The lady in question was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and looked like she chain smoked cigarettes all day. She was dark-skinned and had the I’m better than you attitude that some customers possess because I work behind a counter and they don’t. She also looked like someone pissed in her cornflakes and shot her dog. All because she wanted her refund on a gift card. No we can’t, bitch all you want to!

Still, Nikki’s has a no spell zone to make sure the employees are safe from creatures retaliating. Even the manager said no and she had the final say, but she still argued in the nastiest voice ever. Then, when doing her return, she forgot her license and card. The result was her leaving all her shit on the counter, and she walked away to retrieve it. While she was gone, SHE comes up. The worst customer the people of Nikki’s has ever dealt with.

I knew her when I saw her. White-blonde hair, blue eyes, tan, and she thinks she is the shit since she is in the Dragon Army. She made a few employees cry by cutting them down and treating them like they don’t know how to do their jobs. There have even been instances where she told employees what to do like she owned the place. She looks at you like you are garbage and blinks rapidly when she is talking. She is also always bringing in wads of cash but whips out her calculator to get the best deals.

It was almost closing time and I was checking the fitting room and I heard a nasty voice say, Can I get some help here?

I turn to the counter and it’s her!

Sorry, ma’am, I was just around the corner, I said apologetically.

Well you should keep an eye on it more often since it’s a service area, she said. Fucking bitch of a customer and I just got unlucky enough to deal with her.

Hi, how can I help you? I replied in my retail fuck you too voice.

I need to do a return for these items since they don’t fit me right. They don’t match my outfits like I thought, and this one isn’t even making me attractive to vampires, she said.

I go behind the counter and take out her items one by one. I ask her for her receipt since I always ask that from people.

You can use the customer return label, she replied, like she knew how to do my job better than I did.

I know…, I say. I didn’t even do that before.

I still ask for the receipt anyway and she repeats, Use the return label instead…

I’m sorry I’m still new at this, I told her.

Then you should know your job if you are trained to work here, and they shouldn’t put someone up here that doesn’t know what they were doing, she replied. And she said it in the nastiest voice ever! One that made me hold back tears. This woman was a nightmare. I process her shitty returns, and she wants me to put a fresh label there, too, and finally she asks for her hold items. After all that, I’m finally left to cry in the stockroom.

Now I have to deal with her shitty ass again. She is so infamous that she got banned at another location, too. And my unlucky ass has to deal with her. Joy! And yet again she has her bag of shit with her. Her returns, price adjustments, and condescending attitude make me want to puke.

She gave a dirty look to the items the customer left and said, Is anyone in line?

I gave her a fake retail smile and said, How can I help you?

She sighed. I have a return. Duh.

She has an eye twitch whenever she talks, and she is the type to break up her transactions to save the most money.

No problem. I took the first item, scanned the receipt and tag for the items as well as the item return label, and told her the total. That will be $40.73 going back to your Nikki’s account, and I just need a signature, I said.

She was returning a Glamour Me shirt which are used to be more attractive to others, but it depends on the person or creature wearing it. The material is made with spells weaved in and it’s supposed to work with the wearer. Some magic items should only be held by witches since some creatures don’t even know how to use them properly, but sometimes not even the strongest spell will help some people be more attractive to others. It can even work the opposite way, too. We even have blood vials that vampires can buy at customer service for a quick snack. However, it’s one of those days today.

Good. She signed her name on the signature pad and the receipt printed out. I gave it to her, and she took out another item.

For this item I want to see if it’s past the return date, she said.

I took the next item and scanned the receipt and tag. RETURN NOT ALLOWED!

Unfortunately, it’s past the return date, I said apologetically.

Okay, I was afraid of that, she said.

Five minutes till close and I’m still returning her shit since she brought an entire bag full of it.

Return. Return. Return more items. Put new labels on the items she wants to rebuy since she returns and rebuys stuff constantly. Even other people have encountered her, and she made them cry, too.

Nikki’s is now closed. Yes! The words retail workers love to hear. Luckily, the very last item she wanted me to order isn’t available. She left. Then it was finally time to close the register and even the evil customer left. We just laughed it off.

Laura sighed, Finally done with this day!

I was happy another Sunday was behind me. Retail in a department store is different. They have a whole different level of customers and here we have to sell Nikki’s card and push rewards programs. I was just tired. Drained. Too many people I had to deal with,