Fuck Off

Corporate show business is scouting for "supes" who can snap spines on live television. Cassie is just your average Joe, but she's got a deadlier trick up her sleeve: she's a master of bottling up rage and pulling off monumental, virtuosic lies. To claw her child back from the brink of the grave, this humble waitress has to step into the lions' den, square off against cape-wearing psychopaths, and sell America the biggest, most lethal bluff in media history-a lie so slick it would make a polygraph machine sing her tune.

Vought Limited has it all: skyrocketing stocks, spandex-clad gods, the commodification of patriotism, and a brand-new, blood-soaked reality show, The Supe Heir, with a ten-billion-dollar contract on the line.

Twenty-eight-year-old Cassandra Gage has exactly thirty-four bucks in her bank account, service-industry calluses from hell, and a three-year-old son fighting stage four cancer in a rented Queens apartment.

When you're down to your last dime and have absolutely nothing to lose, your only real superpower is the ability to bend reality until it breaks under the weight of your own deceit. And to look the world in the eye and say, "Back the hell off."

But what happens when, at the very bottom of this abyss, your web of lies comes crashing down, and the only fuse standing between you and the laser-hot gaze of America's top supe is someone with the exact same pair of icy blue eyes?