Programmed Redemption

I woke up to the sterile beep of a heart monitor – but I was already dead, or should have been.

My brother, Leo, paralyzed and silenced by an accident that was my fault, was all I could think of as I swallowed those pills.

Then a cold, digital voice in my head offered a deal: fulfill 100 impossible requests for New York' s reclusive tech billionaire, Julian Croft, and Leo would be saved.

I became his "personal assistant," more like his public punching bag, enduring two years of humiliation where I was dubbed "Julian's Lapdog" by every tabloid.