"Because he's immortal," Marcie said, like it was obvious. "I didn't know when I got the job, but I figured it out. I was hoping to network from him, but he has no friends." She widened her eyes at Much, like, who the fuck is that guy with no friends anyway? and drank the water like it had vodka in it.
"But he has his girlfriend," she added in a snide voice. "His girlfriend who he lies to. She thinks he's reformed. That he's really making an effort with his anger management because he's a changed man. What utter bullshit. He pays me to be a bitch for him, and I do it. I'm not ashamed to say I enjoy it sometimes. I went through social hell in high school, and now I'm a demigod. Do you know how awesome that sounds? I'm better than those bitches. They're just regular people, walking around made of mud. I'm a demigod and I work for a king." She had a nasty sort of smirk on her face, reveling in her superiority.