<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/90/4a/21/904a21c068bd45efddfcbe05a853419c.jpg)</div>Cal was usually a better host. Attentive, but never preening. Jovial, but rarely silly. He had the knack to make each of his audience feel like they were the only ones in the room with him. It had been a fine tool, giving him reprieve from a 9 to 5 existence and access to a world far grander. He had been popular at school, but few suspected he was also responsible for the weekly graffiti that vilified every form of authority in that building. He was worshiped in college, with few even aware that he was the leader of an underground ring that facilitated everything from cheating on a paper to smuggling in drugs.<br/><br/>Straddling the ridge of propriety had been amusing to Cal. But slowly, he began to realise the times that he wanted to be good were simply so that when his mood changed, the contrast was all the more compelling. The first girl he ever fucked nearly lost her voice screaming her surprise into the night. His guidance counselor was willing to leave her husband for him (and of course his stash). But to savour such experiences to the fullest, he also had to present the picture of a man who would never indulge in such extracurricular activities. No one, save his closest friends, knew who he really was. A devil, through and through.<br/><br/>The theme of a double life continued to his early days as an employee of the city. He was, officially, a liaison between the courts and the police force but, for a price, he could make the right people look the wrong way. It was there that he met most of the people with whom he has shared great kinship with. Luckily, they were also among the most influential cats in town. Most helpful for a new entrepreneur. This building, for example, was the gift of a leading real estate magnet. Nearly complete. Located at the posh side of the block. And acquired at a poker table.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/4b02d9bda1a1e3a2d4be51b301b518bf/tumblr_mkmp1tFNdc1rq4c0mo1_500.gif)</div>Cal had learnt rather early in life that he could work people. And now he was going to use that skill to change the world.<br/><br/>Publishing, however, does seem a bit of an odd investment for a man like him, doesn't it? But even there he had his niche worked out. You see, he wasn't really keen to venture into the mainstream, at least not yet. There was a far more lucrative foothold into the empire. Erotic writing.<br/><br/>It has immense potential - simply because too many people curb their natural instincts and are therefore desperate for an outlet of any kind - but it's been neglected, cast aside like porn's ugly cousin. Well, not anymore. A smirk bloomed across his face as he lifted himself from out of his thoughts, and finally heard that he had a visitor.<br/><br/>"Piper. Hi. Come on up, I'm over here, at the lovely little corner office I always knew I'd get for myself." He stepped out into the incomplete hallway looking ever so pleased with himself. "We do have more company coming, by the way. Morrigan's texted that she has found us a star," he slid in close, eschewing all professional boundaries, tilting his head so his lips would find her exposed neck. "Mmm... and as such you can imagine my... excitement..."