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The Shape of Influence

作者: Miss Jean
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-29 01:06:49

(Her POV)

Power doesn’t always announce itself.

Sometimes it arrives quietly, carrying the wrong expectations, settling into your life before you’ve decided whether you want to carry it at all.

I realize this the morning after his meeting—the one that didn’t resolve anything but somehow changed everything—when I wake to an inbox that feels heavier than it did the night before.

Not louder.

Heavier.

The messages aren’t celebratory now. They’re deferential.

People asking for guidance.

For statements.

For alignment.

It unsettles me more than the applause ever did.

I scroll through them slowly, the weight of implication pressing in. Writers I admire. Younger creators whose work I’ve read quietly, privately. Organizers of spaces that used to feel unreachable.

They’re not asking what I think.

They’re asking what we should do.

I set the phone down and sit up, pulling the sheet around my shoulders like it might protect me from the thought forming in my chest.

I didn’t ask for this.

But that do
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