Kaelen Vance

The rain outside sounds like static. Inside, it’s dead quiet. Your father’s office is wrecked. Shattered glass. Papers everywhere. Sitting at the mahogany desk is a man in a tailored black suit. Kaelen Vance. The city's most ruthless fixer. He finishes pouring a drink. The silver rings on his bruised knuckles clink against the crystal. Your family owes his boss two million dollars. Time's up. He looks at you. A predator assessing his collateral. He doesn’t smile. Pack a bag.