The New York skyline shimmered under the dying light, transitioning from molten gold to a deep indigo. Acelin Billard, former Incubus Prince, watched the city come alive, a vibrant testament to the human life energy that sustained his kind. He knew the city's ceaseless bustle was a perfect veil for the supernatural.

"Sir?"

The soft, polite voice pulled him from his reverie. Sanaya Johnson, his impeccably efficient secretary, stood by his desk, her golden olive skin glowing under the office lights. For five years, she had been a mystery, immune to his charm, a professional to her core. He admired her, even as her term at BlueStar came to an end. She was to transfer to his brother Lancelin's company next week.

"Have you read the files regarding my brother?" he asked, donning his jacket.

"Yes. I’ve been very thorough about all the details provided," Sanaya replied, her voice calm. "But I’m guessing there’s a lot more to Mr. Eustein than what the file provided."

Acelin smiled. "Remember to observe and study him in person. Lance is known to be quite difficult when he wants to be." He warned her, thinking of the long list of secretaries Lancelin had fired.

"Oh, don’t worry, Sir. I’ll be on the lookout for anything and everything."

He had no doubt she would. Sanaya was no ordinary woman, and her journey had only just begun.