Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 929

Chapter 929: Fearmongering Ladies

"So. Real talk." Luna spoke up as Doug left to take care of Yuna’s buyout. "That was our suit walking out the door. Who’s going to read the fine print now? I can’t do it, I get bored two sentences in."

"I’ll call-" Kaiden already had his phone out, scrolling for a name.

Gravel crunched outside, enthusiastically.

A car cleared the compound gate, took the drive with more speed than the drive deserved, and parked at an angle that technically counted.

Kira and Rika spilled out of it already talking.

"Boss!"

"Boss!!"

They crossed the packed dirt at a jog, Kira with a tablet under one arm, Rika hauling a camera bag and a folding tripod, and arrived in front of the table in step. Then, in perfect sync, both twins bowed to him from the waist and stayed down.

"We’re sorry!" they announced together.

Kaiden looked at the crowns of two identical heads. "For what?"

"The Claimant." Kira straightened first, and the usual shine on her was crumpled at the edges. "When the mountain moved and everyone rushed to the dungeon to stand with you, we weren’t there. We were in a studio. A warm, safe studio with good coffee, cutting footage while you fought that thing."

"We talked about it the whole drive here," Rika said, rising beside her sister with no grin to accompany it for once. "Everyone else has a story from the defense. Where they stood, what they saw. And we-"

"Enough. We already discussed this."

Both mouths closed.

"While my girls and I fought, you two kept the world’s eyes exactly where I needed them, and you did it perfectly." Kaiden set the roster down and gave them the full weight of his attention. "Your job is to see us reach never before seen numbers, not to fight by our side."

The twins processed that for one second. Then the guilt left them at terminal velocity.

"Best boss ever," Kira whispered to Rika.

"Best boss EVER," Rika agreed, and they high-fived without looking at each other.

"So why are you yappers here?" Luna asked, cracking open an energy drink and taking the first sip.

"We were coming to take supporting footage of the construction to be used for later videos!" Rika huffed, puffing her chest out. "And to set up our studio! Construction happens now, so we need to be here to direct the efforts."

"And because Doug messaged us on the drive over." Kira consulted her tablet. "We are to, quote, ’substitute him with the same diligence and none of the commentary.’"

"You already failed," Luna grinned, taking a second sip.

"... No. Not yet." Rika snorted, grinning back.

Kaiden put his phone back in his pocket, the call already unnecessary.

Luna lowered her can. "Wait. Aren’t you two media personnel? We need lawyer people not video editors."

"We know more than editing videos, thank you very much." Kira’s grin returned to factory settings. "We ran talent intake at Pinnacle for years. Auditions, screenings, contracts."

"We also certified ourselves in HR fundamentals last night," Rika added, unfolding the tripod. "There was an online quiz. We both passed on the first try."

"The first try," Kira confirmed solemnly.

They colonized the end of the table in under two minutes. Tablet propped, Doug’s question list loaded, and a hidden camera angled at the interview chair, its red light already on.

"For the archive," Rika explained sweetly. "Everything gets recorded. It’s proper procedure."

...

The line outside stretched past the scaffolding in the morning sun, and there was not a single random name in it.

Every person waiting had already survived the exam.

They had stood in a padded hall while the great doors ground open and darkness walked in wearing six burning eyes. They had held their ground while Luna shit-talked five hundred people hoarse and Calypso grinned her way through their formations, then stayed standing long enough for Kaiden’s own measure to find what lived underneath their training.

Fortitude was the entry fee. The folding chair decided the rest.

"Next!" Luna hollered.

The second candidate of the day was a C-tier lancer who had taken one of Calypso’s shockwaves on her shield arm during the exam and stayed on her feet, a feat perhaps thirty people in her batch could claim. She marched to the chair with parade-ground posture, sat, raised her eyes to Kaiden Grey, and stopped functioning.

"Good morning," Kaiden said.

The lancer turned the color of a stop sign. "M-m-m-morning, Mister Grey..."

It was easy to forget, inside the tent, what the man behind the folding table looked like from the outside: the most watched human being alive, the face on every feed, the voice in a billion clips, the Anomaly who had stared down a hole in the sky while the rest of the species hid under its furniture.

And also the man countless women fawned over without reservation, obsessed enough to put K-drama fandoms to shame.

Candidates spent their lives preparing for the kaiju, the gremlin’s shit-talking, the demon’s grin. Then the poster from their bedroom wall said good morning and asked about their gate experience, and entire nervous systems filed for early retirement.

"Your file says you main defensive formations," Kaiden prompted.

"Yes," the lancer whispered.

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