>>5250028“That’s what I’m here to discuss.” Carol looks the billionaire right in the eyes. “If you want this partnership to succeed, you’ll have to follow my orders.”
“Girl, you don’t sign a contract and start negotiating for a new one instantly! I’m the boss here!” Ka-Shing thought things were clear already. “But I lend an ear to all my advisers and weigh my options. I’m silly, not stupid.” Ka-Shing opens his arms.
“I need you to do one better than that and act immediately, K. Time is running against us.” YUNG-P is worried about something.
“Are you worried about the invisible man too? I heard conflicting reports from the Cult Assault mentioning him.” Ka-Shing has an idea of what Carol might want. “You heard about him?”
“Yeah, but I doubt he exists.” Carol looks away. “Bernie wasted a ton of resources to stop this supposed invisible menace, and look at him now.”
“Hey, he got onto national television!” Ka-Shing has a good laugh. “You know what kind of a fortune it takes to get some airtime these days?”
“Stop with the jokes, K, and listen to me. I don’t want a people pleaser. Bernie was like that, he went along with what everyone said. He even got rid of Seioubo for me, but it was too little, too late. Now that deadbeat horndog is behind bars!” Carol cannot stress enough that Ka-Shing needs to act immediately.
“…I’d love to trust ya on this one, girl, but there’s one thing you forgot: <span class="mu-i">You went with ‘em and not with us</span>. Why? A bad bet? Different beliefs? You didn’t feel valued?” Ka-Shing stands up and puts his hand on YUNG-P’s cheek. “I never lied about being your biggest fan. But those wounds won’t heal without treatment, baby.”
“Do you recall that during my private concerts here, you had meetings with other flame users? By that time, I already had my entity, K. Sometimes I get lost in my singing and…” Carol keeps quiet as she stares at her entity. Her ability manifests when she feels inspired.
“What?” Ka-Shing doesn’t understand what’s making Carol so contemplative.
“She was playing with knives… Throwing them at a target on the wall. They moved so slow somehow. Floating in the air like petals during spring. Then I don’t know what step I did wrong, but I sprained my ankle, I let out a harrowing scream from the pain… <span class="mu-i">And her knives flew like bullets...</span>”
