2 Months and 3 Weeks Later – Still Not Dead (Surprisingly)
It's been almost three months since I started working for Diablo Von Bloodick.
And you know what's changed?
Nothing.
He still acts like I'm furniture. The walking kind. A stapler with legs. A clipboard with feelings.
He barked orders, I obeyed. He gave death stares, I developed a new anxiety tick. Honestly, I wasn't even sure if he remembered my name sometimes. He just referred to me as "Assistant", like I was a program he installed and regretted immediately.
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4:43 P.M. – The Pizza Errand That Broke Me
I was busy organizing color-coded finance reports when Diablo's voice rang out from his office like a cold gust of wind:
> "Clark. Go downstairs. Buy a large pizza. No pineapple."
I blinked. "Should I call delivery instead, sir? It'd be quicker—"
> "Did I ask for suggestions?"
"No, sir."
I sighed internally and grabbed my coat.
Pizza. A full-blown pizza run. In the middle of report prep.
Why was I a glorified food runner for a vampire in a three-piece suit?
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4:50 P.M. – Elevator of Fate
I stepped into the building's glass elevator with a groan. It was empty.
Until someone stuck a hand in right before the doors closed.
A man stepped inside. He looked… different.
Tall, with sleek silver hair, dark blue eyes, and the kind of smile that actually felt warm. His suit was immaculate, but not stiff — like he wore it for comfort, not intimidation. Japanese, probably.
He gave me a polite nod. "Going down?"
"Unfortunately," I muttered.
He chuckled. "Long day?"
"Long life," I sighed. "Boss sent me on a pizza run."
The man blinked. "Why not delivery?"
I shrugged. "Because the guy who sent me is a demon."
He laughed — genuinely laughed. Not the cold, corporate kind, but the real, amused kind. "A demon, huh? That bad?"
I nodded. "Worse. Emotionally constipated, allergic to 'thank you,' and probably drinks liquid nitrogen for fun."
The man hummed thoughtfully. "Sounds… familiar."
I didn't catch it at first, because I was too busy dramatically sighing again. "Honestly, I think he's not human. Might be part reptile. Zero warmth. I'm convinced he was born during a full moon and raised by staplers."
Another chuckle. "You have a talent for descriptions."
I glanced at him sideways. "Thanks. I've had time to rehearse. Months of trauma do that to a person."
We reached the lobby. The doors opened. The man turned to me and gave a small, amused bow. "Well, good luck with your… demon boss."
"You too," I said instinctively.
He paused, smile still in place. "Oh, I don't have one. I'm a CEO myself."
I froze mid-step.
"…Oh."
He winked. "See you around, Clark."
Wait—what?
> How did he know my name?!
I whipped around, but he was already walking away, coat fluttering like some mysterious anime character entering a side plot.
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5:30 P.M. – Back at the Top Floor
I returned with the pizza, still frowning in confusion.
I gave it to Diablo without a word. He barely looked up.
> "No pineapple?"
"No pineapple," I replied robotically.
He nodded.
And that was it.
Not even a "thanks." Not a glance.
Typical.
But as I walked back to my desk, I couldn't stop thinking about that man in the elevator. His calm voice. The way he laughed. How he said my name.
Who was he?
And why did I get the weirdest feeling… that he knew exactly who my boss was?
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Somewhere Else – 5:45 P.M.
In a private lounge across the building, the silver-haired CEO stirred his tea and smiled faintly.
"Haven't seen you smile like that in a while," a secretary said.
Hakuro leaned back. "That assistant of my cousin's… he's interesting."