Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
The door to the study blew inward, a cloud of splinters and plaster filling the air as a flashbang grenade rolled across the floor, its pin pulled and the fuse burning bright.
"Move!" Pim shouted, tackling her sister toward the balcony.
The room erupted in white light and a deafening, bone-shaking roar. As the floor beneath them buckled under the force of the blast, Pim felt the glass of the window shatter against her back, the cold night air of Bangkok rushing in to greet them.
They weren't just falling from grace; they were falling from the heights of their own ambition, and as the dark pavement rushed up to meet them, Pim realized the Algorithm hadn't been defeated at all. It had merely t