Maybe it was the journalist in me, but if life taught me anything, it’s that nothing is free. When nepotism cost me the coveted position of Editor-in-Chief at the Hamilton Herald, I was pissed. And when I brought my complaints to the advisors, I was forced to quit. So, I was going into my senior year with a major chip on my shoulder. Although I kept my composure in public, inside I was fuming. The powers that be had officially ruined my life. As a journalism major, fired from the school paper, my future looked a little less bright. So when I was selected as a woman of V, my desperation superseded my moral compass and I accepted without hesitation. V would give me access to more opportunities than the Herald ever could. V would take my career to heights I never even considered. V would change my life for the better. V would have me sabotage my enemies and leave their ashes in my wake. I just didn’t consider the collateral damage. But like I said, nothing is free. People always want to know what V stands for. For me, V stands for vengeful.