Lucifer
“Thank you for the time,” I thanked him as we shook hands and he walked out of my office. I watched as Daemon escorted my guest out of my brothel. I closed the door and immediately reverted myself as Lucifer. Looking at my Rolex, it was time. Time to pick up my little Ivy. I grabbed my phone and returned to the door. Daemon opened it first. “Oh, Daemon.”
“You’re going to pick up Ivy?” he asked.
“Yes.” He opened the passage for me and I walked out.
“Better change back to Lucius, Luci. There are still people out there,” he reminded.
“Oh, right.” I did so. “I forgot. Thanks.”
He smirked and joked, “It seems age has got you, old man.” Oh, damn you, Daemon.
“See you tomorrow,” I parted with him and headed out to my car. Entering my car, I drove to Bookpresso.
It’d been a week
