Rewriting The Villain Agenda

It was our one-year anniversary—the "ice queen" junior and the heir to the Whitaker empire.

I was sitting across from Samantha Voss in an alcove of the most exclusive restaurant in the city, an unactivated, no-limit Black Amex resting between my thumb and forefinger. I was seconds away from sliding it across the linen tablecloth to her.

Then, the air glitched.

Translucent lines of text began to scroll across my vision like a high-speed ticker tape. They weren’t physical, yet they burned with a neon intensity.