"Plus, you're mine. My people don't do half-measures. We burn down industries and build better ones or we stay home and fuck."
"But I'm only twenty-six!" she protested. "No one's going to take a twenty-six-year-old seriously as—"
"Baby." I cut her off with a look. "Charlotte's twenty-six and running a twelve-billion-dollar tech monster. Vivienne's about to turn the restaurant world into her personal empire. Madison's redesigning half of Los Angeles while still technically in high school.
"You think age matters when you pull up with tech that makes their million-dollar machines look like medieval barber tools?"
She went quiet, chewing her lip—the same lip that used to be innocent before the collective corruption harem squad got their hands on her.
Then, softer: "We'd need licenses. Regulatory approval. Insurance. Credentialing. It's a nightmare."
"ARIA?"
