She's organized. He's infernal. It's going to take more than a spreadsheet to survive this merger. Heather Calder has survived three rounds of layoffs and a boss who threw staplers at her head. She can handle anything, or so she thought. But her new job at Arcane Corporate Solutions isn't your typical 9-to-5. The elevator smells like sulfur, the printer demands to be fed (but never ever after midnight), and the Quarterly Soul Census is mandatory for all entities with a verifiable essence... moreShe's organized. He's infernal. It's going to take more than a spreadsheet to survive this merger. Heather Calder has survived three rounds of layoffs and a boss who threw staplers at her head. She can handle anything, or so she thought. But her new job at Arcane Corporate Solutions isn't your typical 9-to-5. The elevator smells like sulfur, the printer demands to be fed (but never ever after midnight), and the Quarterly Soul Census is mandatory for all entities with a verifiable essence. Then there's the CEO. Tigaron is seven centuries of cold logic poured into a bespoke suit. A King of the Seventh Circle who has governed empires, broken contracts, and outlasted civilizations. He doesn't do feelings. He certainly doesn't do scheduling conflicts. But when Heather deletes a three-hundred-year-old ritual from his calendar to make room for a board lunch, she triggers something ancient. A spark of blue ozone, a surge of heat, and a fated bond known as the Vux, brands them as mates and puts everything at risk. Now the Board of Supernatural Compliance is circling, the office thermals are spiking every time they're in the same room, and memory extraction is the official penalty for fraternizing with the boss. Heather is determined to keep her job, and her soul. Tigaron is determined to keep her. To survive, they'll have to navigate a bureaucratic nightmare of ancient loopholes, outmaneuver an army of shadow Enforcers, and reckon with a chemistry powerful enough to crack walls. At Arcane Corporate Solutions, the real hazard was never the sulfur. It was always him. This novella is recommended for mature readers. Side effects may neglected to-do lists, a sudden interest in infernal corporate law, and an unreasonable attraction to anyone who reorganizes your filing system. less
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