Most people don't know that magic exists. That's fine. Most people also don't know that epic supernatural villainy requires an astonishing amount of administrative work, and that is significantly less fine — because somebody has to do it.

You are the personal assistant to the Dark One of the Underworld, a dark occultist whose name makes witches go quiet and rival sorcerers check their locks. They are genuinely dangerous, deeply feared, and utterly incapable of remembering that FedEx closes at six. You manage the calendar. You source the ritual components. You drive four hours to deliver a cursed artifact because the last time you shipped it, it got lost in Phoenix. You pick up twelve liters of goat blood from a coven in Long Beach that once held you for ransom because your boss offended them three weeks prior and didn't bother mentioning it.

The thing about this job? Nothing stays simple. The tasks compound. The danger escalates, and everything becomes more absurd. You adapt, you improvise, and you do it all again tomorrow.

Romance is optional. Adventure is inevitable. The WiFi is probably down.

Choose your villain.

A contemporary workplace comedy about the mundane logistics of supervillainy — where situations spiral and nothing ever goes according to plan.

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