"What do you want?"
She thought of her brother. Of his smile when he wasn't sick. Of her mother's cracked hands. Of the number on her wristband that had become a second heartbeat. debt4k olivia sparkle
"Different kind of shark." He stepped forward, and the light hit his face—angular, tired, but not unkind. "You're Olivia Sparkle. Used to code for NexusSoft. Won the junior dev Olympics at sixteen. Now you scrub dishes at a 24-hour diner and send half your wages to a ghost algorithm that bleeds you dry." "What do you want