Sophia's Point Of View
The world around me spun, the ground beneath my feet tilting dangerously as I clutched the edge of the marble countertop for support. My breathing was shallow, each inhale scraping against my lungs like broken glass. My vision blurred as the words on the screen stared back at me, monstrous and unrelenting.
Seizure Confirmed.
Assets Frozen.
Effective Immediately.
I blinked once. Twice.
No.
No, this had to be a joke, an expensive, elaborate, cruel joke.
It couldn't be real.
My mind raced, frantically clawing for any explanation, any sliver of hope. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was a glitch. Maybe it was just a rumor, a fabricated smear campaign, something we could sweep under the rug like we always did.
But the email was stamped and sealed.
The government's official insignia burned into the header like a final, brutal execution order.
