The mustard yellow drone landed between me and my worst enemy. My mother’s face flickered to life: “Meet your new boss—Chad.” I laughed until she made me his personal assistant in a trash can…
A mustard yellow drone dropped out of the sky and hovered between Leo and Chad. A holographic screen flickered to life. Clara Sterling sat in her zen garden, sipping matcha with an expression that cut straight through Leo’s chest. “I see you found our new public relations asset,” she said. “How’s the mascot performing? ” … Read more