As the tension in Alex's luxurious apartment thickened like a soup of chaos and ego, his brain scrambled to process Alicia's last words.
"You're going to the ball with not just one—but two godly beauties," she had said, voice like silk and smugness.
He blinked.
"What."
He folded his arms, unimpressed. "I don't care about either of your measly beauties. Just tell me—what about the money I was promised?"
Alicia's mouth twitched. Others would kill for the chance to attend the Freshmen Ball with her, and this bastard only cared about credits. Strangely… she admired that. It meant no one could steal him from her—not even Evelyn. Not easily, anyway.
Without saying another word, she tapped on her EtherPad.
A soft beep echoed—and suddenly, a glowing blue hologram materialized in front of Alex.
It was Evelyn Williams.
