Zeus crossed the room and rolled his chair back to his desk. He slowly sat down in it and leaned back with his hands behind his head. He never thought in a million years he’d ever be where he was right now. Still throwing lightning bolts and striking people down but now he got paid to do it. It was a good way to spend an immortal life he thought as he sat forward and rifled through the mail he had gotten this morning. A certain manilla envelope caught his eye, and he opened it up to find it filled with more paperwork.

“Christ!” He shouted as he let the contents spill onto his desk.

A few seconds later the door to his office opened and a clean shaven handsome man in his mid-twenties walked in.

“Yes Zeus?” He asked while fingering through a stack of forms in his hands.

“Jesus I thought I told you to fax these forms three days ago. Why were they in my inbox?”

“Oh,” Jesus looked up from the forms and gave Zeus a calm collected look.”I faxed the forms as soon as you gave them to me, those are your personal duplicates. I’m sorry I didn’t get them to you earlier Zeus.”

Zeus simply grinned and gave a little chuckle.

“It’s quite alright Jesus.” He gathered the duplicates together in a neat pile. “My fault for assuming you’d actually make a mistake.”

Jesus smiled back at his boss, nodded, and walked out of the office. Jesus Christ, the PA from heaven. He was Jehovah’s kid, and that might have bugged Zeus a millennium ago, but at this point in time he really didn’t care. The guy did good work and he was constantly on top of things. Zeus had actually forgot that he had needed duplicates of his faxed forms. Jesus was constantly picking up on things like that.

Zeus always needed duplicates because all the original faxed forms got sent to Osiris in the next office over. If Jesus was the PA from Heaven, Osiris, well let me tell you. Osiris was the business partner from hell.

Literally.