Rank 0

"...zero."

Scarlett felt her heart skip a beat. Zero? Quickly she brought her still sore hand to in front of her face, **** for the computer to have made a mistake, but there it was. That glimmering purple ink forever etched into her skin the lowest of the low. A rank that only a mere 0.6% of the population had ever been assigned. Zero. Her breath sped up as she leaned on the wall for support. "Please exit the assignment station." Droned over the speakers but not a word was recognised. The rush of blood in her ears, the swimming of her vision. This had to be a bad dream, right? This couldn't be real! Her father was a rank 100! He owned a multitude of companies and subsidiaries. He owned the subsidiaries of the subsidiaries! Her staff weren't even ranked this low. And yet, there it was. "Please exit the assignment station." The voice repeated, almost mockingly, knowing how it had forever sealed this girl's fate. It snapped Scarlett back to reality as her eyes widened and she straightened up. She had to get to her father. He would know what to do. But she couldn't be seen with the 0. Literally anyone in the country could command her right now and she'd have not choice but to obey. Her mind raced as she remembered the concealer in her bag. Typically, it was used for covering up pimpled or bags under the eyes, but... It could work.

The door hissed open and Scarlett quickly covered her hand with her own and stepped out into the hall to the waiting Eugene, leaning against the wall, eyelids drooping. He straightened up the moment her heels clacked against the marble floor, blinking to regain his lucidity. "Miss-" He began, barely getting any acknowledgment as Scarlett snatched her handbag from his hands and began to frantically comb through the contents. Eugene's eyes widened as he dropped to the floor, trying to catch a multitude of glass bottles containing expensive makeup, only to watch most shatter and splatter on his suit. "Miss Hilton! Stop it!" He pleaded.

And so she stopped, and her face turned white.