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Chapter 78 – “Analytics and Antlers”
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2025-12-03 00:03:04Beth
The glow of my laptop screen reflected off my water glass as I scrolled through the dashboard, barely blinking.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
I refreshed the page. Again.
The numbers hadn’t lied the first time, and they weren’t lying now. Follower count? Skyrocketing. Post shares? Doubling every hour. Click-throughs on the booking link for new patient consultations? Off the charts.
And the cherry on top?
A single comment—one damn comment—had detonat
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