Toman's Frozen Queen

Chapter One: Oh boy

Today was supposed to be like any other; wake up, check the endless subscription emails, throw on some clothes, then head out for the day. I've embarked on this annoying routine every morning for the past twenty-three years of my life.

As a college dropout, it didn't leave much for the imagination when it came to my everyday.

I didn't have to worry about deadlines or desperately trying to make it to some lame job on time. Rich parents are great when they leave you a house with no bills to pay. My whole life I've grown up in this bigass empty house. I've been stuck here, expected to be the model daughter while they're off traveling the world chasing some crazy business deal. They're off living the dream leaving the 'oops baby' behind to fend for herself.

It's whatever. I've given up trying for their attention ages ago.

They wanted a lawyer for a daughter. A trophy they could show off to their esteemed friends at the quarterly parties they'd drag me to every year. Even sent me to law school, but I couldn't have been more unenthusiastic. Didn't even show up on the opening day. 

Now, I've got nothing against higher education, but I'll be damned if I gave them what they wanted after abandoning me for twenty-plus years. The only good thing they ever did was allow me to take multiple martial arts classes; you know,  the basic 'afternoon activities' that elementary and high school kids need to be doing. They had wanted me to go for gymnastics or dance like the other girls my age but of course that didn't happen. 

Fuck them for thinking I'd be their little puppet.

No, I found better uses for my time; much to their displeasure.

Ever since I was a kid I've always gotten my way. Whether it be with nannies, toys, so-called friends, or food; shit didn't matter. I've always been the absolute authority. I was always the strongest and smartest in the room. And being a natural for whatever martial art I picked up at the time didn't help. Whether I was a brute or a prodigy I wasn't sure.

So it was no surprise to anyone, even me when I started running my operation.

They came like flies; girls, boys, theys, or thems, it didn't matter. Whoever I beat down or whoever witnessed my power stuck to me like glue. Whether out of fear, admiration, loathing, or love, I couldn't say. I had more followers than I care to admit.

It started way back in elementary, then progressed throughout my whole school career until I found myself having a daily meeting in an old arcade of all things to see the progress within my little 'gang'.

As a twenty-three-year-old woman, I'd say I do pretty well for myself. I'm raking in the doe from not only those mystery parents but also from my lackies here. They do pretty well if I do say so myself; pulling at least 65k every two weeks. Just given to me for being nothing more than who I am.

"Commander." someone called out to me catching my attention from one of the neon screens I had been zoned in on. We were currently having a standard meeting where the 'big wigs' of my little operation come to discuss money matters as well as territory. It's times like these that I feel like I'm in some kind of shitty movie or anime.

Leaning my head onto my left hand, I slowly turned my eyes to my technical second in command Toya. He was a tallish guy with a decent figure, his voice was moderately deep and had a commanding aura so he was useful when addressing the others. He was standing at the side of the table with a little uneasy smile on his lips. Taking him in I noticed his hands were behind his back.

"Hmm?" he kind of jumped at my response but the others were still engrossed in the meeting around the table. Toya always liked to try and up my spirits to make my coming to these talks worthwhile. I raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly pulled his hands out from behind him bowing his head while offering me a shiny-covered book.