Madalyn Davies looked up from the file on her desk and glared at her assistant. What was her name again? Oh, right. Mousy Nicole. The woman clutched the doorframe and cowered, half out of sight, as she delivered the news.
“There’s been an explosion at the university in OP-439.”
Madalyn’s livid expression made the timid woman shrink further away. Dammit. That was one of the few quadrants where nothing bad ever happened. Until recently. “Well?”
“The details are still sketchy, Madam Director. Besides the explosion, umm, there are also riots and protests.”
“All over the country.”
“Turn on my television.”
Nicole let go of the doorframe and crossed the room to click the television remote that lay on the desk, less than an arm’s reach away from her boss. The television powered up, and Madalyn watched her assistant’s eyes grow wide. Nicole dropped the remote and scurried out before Madalyn could spin around in her chair.
A photo of Madalyn, photoshopped into a Marie-Antoinette-style costume, bore the caption “Let Them Eat Cake.”
How had she become the most hated woman in the country?
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