Victoria sat in her office, the glow of the city's neon lights stretching out below her like an artificial constellation.
She swirled the wine in her glass, taking in the night's stillness, only to notice the movement in the streets below, couples tangled together, fucking in open view.
She snorted, barely fighting back a laugh. No actual stars here, just a fake sky stitched from LEDs and light pollution.
A little smirk crept onto her lips.
"Bunch of degenerates," she muttered, and took another long sip, savoring that bitter kick.
The speaker on her desk buzzed. A crackle, then a voice, one of her staff, tense.
"Ma'am, about Nia… do you want us to step in or…?"
Victoria didn't look away from the window. The first thought that came to her was amusing.
"What, is she draining the poor boy dry already? Men like being roughed up. Builds their pride to come back swinging for revenge. It's necessary to keep him around if she's making an impression."
