I, Rory Patterson, was in dire need of a paycheck.
So when I landed a position as a personal assistant for the CEO at the exclusive Inferno Associates, I ignored the oddities. The mysterious clients. The impossible requests. The fact that my boss, Sebastian Morrow, speaks dead languages and schedules meetings at midnight. Of course, denial only works until you see your boss literally collect a man's soul during a late-night meeting. After that, pretending everything is normal is off the table.
Turns out, my boss is a demon. Not metaphorically, as in my-boss-is-the-worst way, but rather an actual horns-and-contracts demon.
The firm? It brokers deals between mortals, supernatural types, and, yes, actual Hell. And that NDA I signed on my first day? Magically binding. As in, I physically cannot tell anyone what I do, even if I wanted to. (Which, trust me, I did.)And not every contract is about souls, either. Sometimes it's favors, sometimes it's bizarre errands, and sometimes it's debts that need collecting.
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"You rejected me!! Not the other way around!!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face.
"I know." He says, he head hangs low. "And I'm sorry. I should never have rejected you."
He went to take my hands into his but I turned away from him. Tears were still going down my face. How could he, after all this time, have the nerve to come here. He knew that he had hurt me. Now he is sorry and wants me back? No.
"Please. Believe me. I messed up big time! I didn't know what I had until it was gone!" He said.
I heard every word. They cut through the wall of my heart and placed themselves on it . It hurt. But what he did to me had hurt even more.
"That's right. You screwed up. Consider me lost." I said.
Then I walked away.