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By Carrie Vaughn
Can an accountant defeat a supervillain? Celia West, simply daughter of the heroic leaders of the superpowered Olympiad, has spent the previous few years estranged from her mom and dad and their high-powered way of life. She’s had adequate of mask and heroics, and desires in basic terms to dwell her personal quiet lifestyles out from lower than the shadow of West Plaza and her wealthy and well-known parents.
Then she is termed into her boss’ place of work and informed that because the city’s most sensible forensic accountant, Celia is the simplest probability the prosecution has to seize infamous supervillain the Destructor for tax fraud. throughout the trial, Celia’s afflicted prior involves gentle and kinfolk secrets and techniques are published because the rift among Celia and her mom and dad grows deeper. bring to a halt from family and friends, Celia needs to come to phrases with the truth that she may possibly simply be trade City’s in simple terms hope.
This all-new and relocating tale of affection, family members, and sacrifice is an homage to Golden Age comics that no fan should want to pass over.
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