Nyx Townsend had learned firsthand—her too—of Little Mo’s power of persuasion, though there was nothing little about him during their meeting.

In exchange for her compliance and loyalty, she was granted daylight—an existence bathed in golden luxury, as long as she met his expectations. Her generous monthly stipend placed her within the top ten percentile of Neuroplis citizenry, elevating her from the uncertainty of living paycheck to paycheck to financial security few could dream of. And then there was the endless sunshine—at least during the daytime.

"Get something good for yourself. I’ll see you tonight." Little Mo’s message appeared in a DM.

For a moment, she had believed she had finally found freedom. But as the newly appointed Senior Director of the Business Office realized she had only traded one gilded cage for another—this one forged by the man who owned daylight itself, wrapped in lavish incentives she couldn’t ignore.

Was her price right?

She glanced at the display before her. That necklace is stunning, she thought.

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