A Contract With My Demon
The penthouse of the Sterling-Vance building stood eighty stories above the city, a glass-and-steel fortress that overlooked the tiny, scurrying lives of the humans below. To the public, Vane was the reclusive billionaire who had just "merged" his interests with the Vance estate. To Elara, he was the man currently pouring two fingers of amber bourbon while staring at a map that shouldn't exist.