In the apartment!
Russell leaned against the windowsill with a glass of ice water in hand while more than a dozen renovation workers bustled around inside, packing up and removing all the furniture and household trash at incredible speed.
That efficiency alone was enough to guarantee the company a place in New York.
Once the room had been emptied, the workers rearranged the plumbing and electrical wiring, installed the lights, laid the wallpaper and carpet, and finally moved in the furniture and appliances one by one.
Even the shoe cabinet and wardrobe were stuffed with clothes, shoes, and hats whose tags had not been removed. Every kind of daily necessity was included, not even an air purifier had been overlooked.
No need to bring a thing—just move in. It was perfect!
Satan wore a black-and-white business suit, black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and her fiery red hair tied into a ponytail. She looked elegant, and her curves were impossible to miss.
She held a clipboard report in her hands, ticking items off as she compared it with the furnishings in the room. Once she confirmed everything was correct, she handed it to Russell.
"Your wish has been fulfilled. Just sign here and we're good."
Russell's wish had been for a new home, and judging by the current state of things, it truly was completely renewed.
He took the report, confirmed it was not a contract to sell his soul, casually signed Darkseid's name, and brushed Satan's delicate hand as he returned it.
"Miss Satan, don't you think this home is still missing a lady of the house?"
"That person definitely won't be me!"
Satan yanked her hand free, handed the report to a renovation worker nearby, and rolled her eyes beautifully. "Mr. Russell, if you want to date with