Margot Alexander is in hell.
Well…figuratively anyway. As the assistant to the most insufferable man on the face of the planet earth, she is praying for the day he drops dead of caffeine overdose. But with not nearly enough followers on her makeup channel to rationalize quitting her job, she’s forced to be Mr. Price’s coffee wench,
That is, until she finds him face down at his desk, more dead than the batteries in her rabbit after her latest dry spell.
When a swirling vortex appears and two men emerge from its depths before she even had the chance to revel in her good fortune, she’s more than little freaked out. But they look like no man she has ever seen before, and she’s forced to watch in horror as they extract the soul from her boss’ corpse. When they ferry him through the portal, the pull becomes too strong, sucking Margot into the maelstrom behind them.
Now, Margot Alezander is in Hell… literally. The lowest level to be exact, and her only hope of getting home is the person she should fear the most: Anton Lim, the demon king of Treachery.
But with company that looks this good, maybe Hell isn’t all that bad.
