Let me break the fourth wall for a second—being an intern is exhausting. All I want is to swipe the formula for this zombie virus and peace out, but no, they keep calling me for the most pointless things. Like, how am I supposed to "optimize document flow" when all I'm really optimizing is my patience?
It's honestly making me appreciate Villain Sama more. He lets me admire his perfect profile every day, doesn't yap my ear off, feeds me gourmet-level food, buys me nice clothes—oh, and now he carries me everywhere. I mentioned it once, and boom, personal chauffeur. He's ruined me. It's all his fault I've gotten so lazy.
Back in my original world, my parents were your typical 9-to-5 office workers. I knew by age 10 that it wasn't for me, so I switched it up. I built my empire from scratch, and by 25, I was the richest woman in the country. By 27? The richest woman in the world and in the top 10 of the richest people. My motto was always smart work over hard work. If it can be done online, it should be done online. Why bother with the grind when tech can do it for you?
And have I ever had to physically run around? Absolutely not. Which is why this internship sucks.
If it weren't for the system's idiotic rules, I would've just nuked this company or kidnapped Villain Sama by now. But nope, I have to "earn my keep." Ugh.
Actually, scratch the kidnapping idea. Too risky. If I take Wilde, I'd have to make sure he stays locked away until he dies naturally—can't risk him escaping and rebooting his world-ending plans. Also, I'm not a criminal. I know, shocking. Even in this paper-thin world, I keep it legal.
So, here I am, stuck as a glorified secretary—running reports, managing schedules, sitting through useless meetings—while sending instructions to Assistant Uno. He's helping with the real deal, but I'm careful not to give him too much information. Divide and conquer—just in case he ever decides to turn on me. I trust him... for now.
At least no drama has started yet. Well, a few guys have been checking me out, but I'm used to those stares. As long as they don't act on it, it's whatever. Anyway, the day winds down, and I sneak off to the fire escape. I was hoping for no cameras here—wishful thinking, I guess. Two cameras per floor. Yep, they really went all out with the security in this lab. Fabulous.
Option one: hack the security system and disable the cameras. Seems like a potential plan, but I'd need to know where the control room is first. If I ask Uno, he might start getting suspicious. But… if done properly, this might be feasible. Let's keep this on the list.
Option two: bring in someone to help me infiltrate from the outside. Here's the issue: trusting anyone with this info is a big risk. Uno is already close to knowing too much, and giving him all the pieces? No thanks. Plus, if this backfires, Wilde could catch on, and I'd be the one pushing him further into his villain arc. We're trying to avoid that, remember? Cross this off.
Option three: go rogue and destroy the place myself. Tempting, but that would definitely trigger Wilde's blackening. I don't need to be the reason he becomes even more dangerous. Cross that off too.
Looks like my best bet is to create a fake whistleblower situation and take this company down from the inside. It'll hurt Wilde, sure, but I'll keep him sane. I can protect him from the outside while everything burns from within. Yeah, that'll work. Besides, I can't think straight when he's around—he's got me feeling all weird and confused. Like, my brain just doesn't function properly when he's in the room.
As I walk away from the stairwell, I shoot a quick, subtle text to Uno about "fire safety protocols" and "building layouts." He's smart, so hopefully, he knows better than to cross me. I'm also going to find a few more Assistant Unos to spread the work around. Divide and conquer, right? This way, they'll handle what I need, but none of them will have the full picture of what I'm really planning. No loose ends. No leverage against me.
Now, the next step: find someone who's directly involved with this freaky virus situation. Someone I can manipulate—or better yet, blackmail—into blowing the company's cover. Get them to do the dirty work, and then I'm out. Back to my original world, where I don't have weird villains to save from going full blackened mode. Sounds like a dream.