Type A, With Hobbies

You scan your e-mail and calendar, learning all you can about Vanna. You come across letters with her estranged daughter, who is a nun no less. You lick your lips. Catching up with her will be a fun little outing.

You continue studying your life. One thing is crystal clear, you’re rich. Not regular rich, but filthy stinking rich. You are also busy, far too busy. Aside from not knowing enough to perform some of your tasks, doing so would leave you no time for starting an apocalypse. Besides, you have a demon’s respect for sloth.

One of your smaller holdings catches your eye. The companies name is Remod. They are working in the field of radical behavior modification for criminals.

You cancel several appointments and meetings.

“Driver, take me to Remod.”

“Yes, miss.”

You lick your lips in anticipation of what you’ll find...