Unlike most twentysomethings, Payne Cass has got it all figured out. Getting up early sucks: she awakens after noon. Commuting takes too long: she telecommutes via the 3D global zeitgeist that's replaced the Internet. Gender discrimination still exists: she uses her
custom-designed Armani-suited Ken doll avatar. Steady office jobs are for losers: she spends her nights as a hired hacker gun for some megacorp. Then, after a dinner break, she switches sides to the next-highest bidder; in the morning, she cashes the massive checks from the companies she two-times and goes to bed.
It's a good life. Better when you've internalized a few things, and Payne has. She's one of the best in the world; there's no chance that one of the megacorps will discover her double-crosses. She's utterly emotionally detached; she merely lusts after (not loves) her
roommate/fucktoy Bailey Thirty. Finally, of course, she's invincible.
Then, late one night, Bailey winds up crucified. Shortly after, Payne realizes: Level of emotional detachment? Highly overestimated. What's more, that cross was meant for her. Now she's got to find a way to restore Bailey from backup. She's got to set a deadman's
switch on Securipcor, the megacorp who found out, before they make her into a dead man. And if she doesn't want another set of assassins panting after her, she's got to keep up her productivity… lest another megacorp find out her dirty little secret.
Because in this world, a bad performance review can be deadly.
This works. I like the zippy, in your face style. The hacker motif is probably old hat to dedicated genre readers but as we all know, I'm not that.