sammyh12
Some companies have dress codes.
Some have team-building retreats.
This one has a body count.
Iliana didn't mean to land a job with the Villain Overlord. But one sarcastic résumé, a suspiciously bloodstained interview chair, and a small misunderstanding involving poison, and now she's knee-deep in spreadsheets, severed heads, and Greg from HR (who cries a lot).
Welcome to the Underlord's Tower, where performance reviews are deadly, coffee is brewed with malice, and the only thing worse than missing a deadline... is surviving one.
A darkly hilarious tale of murder, memos, and minimum wage.
(Please sign the blood waiver before Chapter One.)