"A true ruler does not complain about the trash, Heena. They simply conquer it," Reis stated in a deep, silky baritone, flashing a blinding, practiced smirk at his own reflection. "Though, I must admit... making the entire front-desk staff cry and forcing HR to issue a total sector lockdown is a power move even I haven't attempted yet. If you weren't so terribly aggressive, I might have considered letting you be a background character in one of my high-tier business novels."
Heena sat up in bed, crossing her arms as she glared at the four ridiculous archetypes filling her room.
"Are you all entirely finished?" Heena asked, her voice dripping with venom. "Because unlike you four freeloaders who just got handed a fully paid vacation on my dime, I am currently trapped in a failing, nauseous physical vessel, entirely alone, with a rogue Regressor brewing in the background."
