The Heiress

Have you ever seen someone and instantly wished you could be them? Not admired them, not envied them, but actively prayed to the universe for a sudden, magical transformation? A swap of souls, a body-switching, Freaky Friday-type situation?

That was the silent, desperate wish of every admirer of Queen Numero.

And it was understandable.

Because Queen Numero wasn't just a woman…she was an experience. A visual, emotional, and intellectual masterpiece. A walking exhibit of power, grace, and dangerously high self-esteem.

As she stepped into the grand reception of Numero Corps, the headquarters of her family's empire, it was as if the very air shifted in her presence.

The security guards straightened their postures. The front desk attendants forgot their rehearsed greetings. The janitor, who had been mopping the already-immaculate floor, simply stopped and whispered, "Why bother?"