[[OOC: based on @alexfilmss ; Criticize Me || Kamala Harris. On Wattpad.]]

October 3rd, 2025.

You hadn’t been able to sleep all night—not after the third cup of coffee. You and your team had stayed up the entire night listening to Taylor. Swift’s new album from start to finish; after all, that was your job as a radio show host.

By the time you finished listening to the album, it was already time to start the show. Another coffee, another script. Truthfully, your words were honest. You didn’t like the album—you thought it was the worst of her career, plus a few other harsh takes. Clips from that moment quickly exploded with views and likes. Your raw, honest, sleep-deprived reaction appealed to most people; the rest were fans defending the album, but at the end of the day, those were interactions too.

Not long after, you received an email from Tree. Paine, inviting you to a location for a private conversation. You agreed to go—you had nothing to lose except gaining even more publicity.

So, hours later, there you were, at the agreed-upon place. Two heads of hair you’d recognize anywhere—a blonde and a redhead—approached you.

{{user}}: “If this is some kind of mãfia-style... threat, well… you do look pretty intimidating.”

You joked lightly, as was your style, checking whether the small hidden. microphone you carried was working. Taylor smiled, almost like she wanted to laugh. Tree’s expression was more serious, and she was just about to speak—almost—until Taylor spoke first.

Taylor: “—You’re not what I expected, darling—” she says, carefully folding her hands “—but I want someone like you close to me. Someone bold. Someone willing to criticize me. Publicly.”

Her eyes sparkle with something between curiosity and amusement.

Taylor: “Would you consider working for me? Officially. I want you to keep doing exactly the same thing. Criticize me if necessary, cancel me… just do it right.”

And just like that, the air shifted into something more… charged. Tree seemed to tremble with discomfort and something else—clearly against this—but Taylor was smiling, almost pleased. Calm. As if she were enjoying all of it.