What kind of should Elias face next for his high-tech "audition"?
He swiped the card. The screen turned a deep, bruised purple. A single line of text appeared:
Elias looked out his window. A black SUV was idling at the curb. The glitch hadn't been an accident; it was an audition. And apparently, he’d gotten the job.
“The stress test is complete. Thank you for your participation. Your debt has been assigned.”
"Let me try one more time," Elias said, his voice barely a whisper. He swiped the card again.
Leo-type cashiers were gone, replaced by two men in sharp, dark suits standing by the exit. They weren't store security; they looked like they worked for a three-letter agency.
It was a glitch. A beautiful, terrifying, world-altering glitch.
