My media site.And with it, her bio, her blog, and her videos appeared.
“Vee Miles,” he said offhandedly. Coldly. Deliberately.
Vee shivered at the sound of her name on his lips.
“We reviewed your resume on our sponsorship program site. It appears you qualify for the Terraform Zero Championship, but you lack the funds to participate. Am I correct?”
She straightened when the wordssponsorshipandchampionshipcame out of his mouth. “Yes,” she answered a little too quickly. “I’ve been training every day since I was six to compete at an interstellar level. I want to be on the front lines colonizing a new planet.”
I want to give hope to the human race.She kept that part to herself.
Nightheart waved his hand, cutting her off. “You have a seventy-eight percent average for planetary habitation success. That’s impressive.”
He was impressed with her? Her toes wiggled. “Yes.”
“You have competed in local tournaments since you were twelve, even winning many against veterans in the field.”
She nodded.
“Do you have a partner you work with?”
“No. I work alone.” Most Terraform Zero players played with others. Not her. She never had the friends to form an alliance nor had the means to buy her way into one. When she was younger, she desperately wanted to be a part of a team. But as the years went on, finding one became harder as she became more isolated, and she realized that she worked better alone.
She learned so much more that way.
Now she was known for being a soloer.Making all my opponents’ teams look bad.She liked that.
Nightheart’s brow fell. “Hmm.”
Please don’t let that be a problem.
“We can give you three million credits to get you to the championship.”
Her mind went blank at the offered amount.
She barely had enough credits to cover her rent and food each month. Three million would not only get her to the championship, but it’d get her there in style.I could buy all new equipment and still live like a queen after the tournament!
“And guarantee you a job if you win,” he continued, turning back to her with his unnerving eyes. Dull yellow eyes, to be exact. Yellow eyes that seemed more fitting for a monster or a demonic fiend. “The Earthian Planetary Exploration Division has partners—friends—in that field.”
“I don’t know what to say except why? Why me?”
He threaded his long fingers and placed them on the desk. “You’re young. You have a fairly large following, and there is nothing in your past that would hold you back or reflect badly on the EPED.”
His lips twitched. She could’ve sworn she saw lines of numbers flick over his pupils, but he blinked, and they were gone before she could decide.
“We’ve reviewed countless applications in the last few months, Vee Miles, and not one has looked as good as yours. One that has everything we want. Although—” the Cyborg cocked his head “—there are several others we are considering.”
She bit down on her tongue, knowing his meaning.If I don’t accept and accept soon, I’ll lose this chance.
“Are you still interested?” he asked.
“I am. Where do I sign?”
Nightheart’s lips twitched again. “That easily?” He lifted his hands from the desk. Big, pale hands. The kind that could wring her neck or break her spine before she blinked—or both.
Why am I thinking this?
He handed her a folder.
