Unhinged fiction, strong female lead, no romance, subverting expectations
Keep your chin up, or your crown will fall!
Eventually, everyone at the company started calling me “Shen the Mad Dog.”
Because I really did bite everyone I met.
When my boss tried to sell me a pipe dream at three in the morning, I turned the meeting minutes into an NFT and priced it at a hundred million, then offered it to him: “Your vision needs to be backed with real money.”
When a coworker pinned the blame on me, I smiled and wrote her a glowing recommendation, praising her “exceptional talent for passing the buck,” then sent it to every competing company.
HR said my values weren’t a good fit. I wholeheartedly agreed and suggested we replace the company anthem with “I Feel Like I’m Not Even Human.”
They said I’d gone crazy.
Wrong.
This performance-obsessed society went mad first. It treats living people as fuel and obedience as a virtue.
I simply refuse to become a silent pile of ashes.
I choose to be the mad dog that flips over the cafeteria.
Remember, in an age that drowns good people, only the wildest dogs can swim to the other shore.
