VERGIL:
I sit behind the desk in my office, eyes flicking wearily over the scattered files. The ledger for Storm Industries lies open, and I glare at the sales, which are tanking. It is a horrible sight to behold, but then it is the consequence of my actions, one which I do not regret.
For the past weeks, there has been a campaign online with the hashtag #Cancelstormindustries. I let it be because it is better than having anyone dragging my wife’s name in the mud. Lily has been worried about the news, but I keep assuring her the sales are fine, and nothing is happening. These figures are enough to keep a man awake all night, but with her, I sail smoothly to sleep until I wake up the next day to the horridly declining figures.
A knock comes on my door, breaking into my aching mind.
“Com
