SEATED in her luxurious office, was Queen, the sharp angles of the modern furniture around her reflecting the cold, calculated energy she exuded. Her desk was immaculate, the glass surface gleaming under the soft light. She was deep in thought, reviewing the latest reports from one of her father’s many ventures, when the door to her office burst open.

Bianca strode in, her face a mixture of concern and urgency. In her hand was her phone, the screen lit up with what Queen quickly recognized as a trending news article. Without a word, Bianca placed the phone in front of Queen, her eyes searching her friend’s face for a reaction....