"Swallow the pills."
The corporate physician shoved a plastic cup against her lips. Kira choked on the bitter chalk.
She coughed hard. A tiny speck of bright red blood splattered onto her pristine white silk dress.
"You are ruining the wardrobe," her handler scolded. The woman wiped the blood away with a wet cloth.
Kira gripped the edge of the cold makeup vanity. Her vocal cords burned like shattered glass.
She was the undisputed Queen of Asian Pop. Her face covered hundred story skyscrapers from Tokyo to Seoul. She generated billions of dollars in yearly revenue for the Overseas Music Group.
She owned none of it.
The dressing room was a gilded cage. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. Racks of expensive designer clothing lined the walls. Hundreds of bouquets of rare orc
