By Antoinette Johnson

Antoinette sat in her signature flame-stitched meditation chair inside Queenflix HQ, overlooking the skyline of galaxies unknown. Her empire—Children With Ambition Entertainment—was more than just a brand. It was her destiny. Her mission.

She closed her eyes as the chair calibrated her frequency: white, yellow, and then the divine red flame—a color God gifted her to unlock deeper consciousness. It scared her, not in fear, but in reverence. The presence was strong. Stronger than any hate she ever felt.

Then came the call. She touched her temple, responding through her embedded neural mic.

“Security? Let the haters in. Escort them to the conference room.”

Her office door hissed open. She glanced in the mirror, smirked, and whispered, “Queen, you got this.”

By the time she reached the massive conference room—a stadium-sized, tech-infused arena—everyone was already seated. All except two. There’s always a Judas… or a Judy.

Antoinette stepped forward. “Welcome to Queenflix. Who wants to go first?”

And then came Scar Lip, storming in with energy like a meteor.

“I gotchu, Queen. Let’s make it clear—get the f*** outta the galaxy if you ain’t got no RC Coins!”

The crowd fell silent. The revolution had begun.