Villain Ch 1820. Leaked
Allen smirked. "I'll make you head of meme propaganda."
"Deal."
Jordan finished his coffee and stood up. "I'll draft your schedule tonight," he said to Allen. "Enjoy the villa first. You'll need it."
Allen nodded. "Got it."
Jordan turned to leave. "And Emma—less memes. More homework."
She saluted. "Aye, captain."
The door closed behind him.
Allen leaned back, exhaling slowly. The moment lingered. Quiet, but warm.
Emma nudged his elbow. "You nervous?"
"Maybe a little," he admitted. "It's not… the kind of fight I'm used to."
She looked at him. "But it's still a fight. Just… with suits and spreadsheets instead of swords and status effects."
Allen chuckled. "That sounds worse."
Emma laughed. "You'll be fine. You're still you. Even in a boardroom."
He thought about that.
Then nodded.
Yeah.
Even in a suit, even in a company meeting.
He was still Allen Goldborne.
And maybe… just maybe, that was enough.
He looked over at Emma again.
