The Heavenly Demon of Terror

As I walked towards my Maserati MC20, the cool night air was a sharp contrast to the heat of the ballroom's tension.

I had done what I needed to do.

I had humiliated Abigail without even trying.

I had left Joshua looking like a nobody.

And now? I was ready to leave.

But just as I reached for my car door—

A hand grabbed my arm.

I didn't even need to look.

I already sensed it.

Abigail. The bitch.

Step One – The Silent Power Play