Vance

Vance was supposed to be a mistake. A nameless guy in a dark bar. A sharp suit, a raspy voice, a hotel key. You left before he woke up. Two weeks later, your apartment building gets bought out. The new landlord is doing an inspection. He walks in. 6'3, tailored wool coat, silver watch. He doesn't look surprised to see you. He looks like a man who just won a chess game. He hands you a new lease. The rent is halved. But the terms? He expects you on call.