Target: Gretchen Rivers.

I walked back to my desk in a daze. How in the hell did I survive that? Or did I really?

I only knew one thing. I was in a war, and every moment from now on counted.

Lana slid her chair over to my desk.

"So what kind of severance package did you get? I heard that they give pretty generously here."

"Actually... I got a lifeline."

She seemed genuinely surprised. "Really? Why?"

"I... well it's none of your business."

"Ooh, moody. Did she spank you?"

"Hey just get on with that article. I need it soon."

"Fuck you," Lana cursed and slid back to her desk. (LANA: +2SP (-41 SP))

Huh. That felt like two points. I guess that one still had some juice in it.

Speaking of articles. How the fuck to make the perfect one? Could the one Lana was writing right now be one?

Nah, no way. She definitely wasn't doing her best, now that it was credited to me. Also it wouldn't count anyways, I already got a fuckton of notes on that one already (Well one note actually, but if felt like a fuckton).

So let's go through my options here. Actually writing a perfect article? No. Literally impossible. I wasn't all of a sudden better writer. I had only one advantage here, my app. Yeah, there was only one possible choice here.

I had to make Gretchen submit to me by friday, and **** her to rate my article "perfect".

Gretchen's points were -75. Oh God. Where do I start?

It was as good a moment as any for her to send me another email. "I heard you got your one last chance. Start writing."

And immediately she was on my balls. And not literally.

That's alright. Because this time it was me who was going to break her.