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Superbia could scarcely believe her own eyes. At first she thought it was some kind of mistake. Being all cooped up in the office had its way of making you start to lose your mind throughout all of that monotony. However, this "mistake" didn't disappear. It was far much worse than that. Her computer screen was being rushed with a disturbing amount of rumors against her. Damning page after page, angry click after click, and asinine reaction videos after another, it was everywhere. But... "How?"
Invidia was one thing and she didn't even bother to lift a single finger for that distasteful fiend. But this? It shook her off guard. She believed herself invulnerable. Protected and depended upon by the rest of the District Heads. Someone slid in a knife into her side out of nowhere and hit their mark, deep
. It was deep, alright.
She flung the keyboard to the side and let it collapse to the carpet with several keys escaping with abandon. The woman didn't care about it. Keyboards can always be replaced. Not so much for pride. It was always a tenuous thing when you wanted the envy and respect from others. One false step was what it all took to find the carpet pulled under you. She felt herself trembling in her seat. Behind her, a figure began to appear. "̶T͟h͜͞is͟͢ ҉͠i̕n͘d̴̨͢i̛͞͠ģni̡̨͢t͢͞y̧͡ ͝s̡͝h͘a̢͘͠l̢l͢ ͘n̷̡̕o͜͠t ̢̕st̵a҉͠n̴͝d..̕͜͜.̧ ͞Y̶̵͘ǫu̴ ͏k̢̀͟nơw͜ ̴w҉h̷̡á͠ţ̸ ̶̧͘y̴ò͝ú̕ ͝mu̷͝st̵̵͢ ̕͘͞d͡o.̛́҉.̨̢́."̶
A guardian angel slid to her side, as if helping to lick her wounds. But at the same time, reminding her who she was, a District Head. A woman personally chosen by the Queen. It was a greatest moment of her life. A hallmark of great honor to her. It was only a matter of time less savory aspects of the job would pop up. Not that they were savory to begin with. But nevertheless, she felt her rage and her shame subside a little. Even if they were abated, they continued to burn inside. Someone chose her as their next target? So be it.