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But right now, he was in a panic. He had no time to explain. He was sweating bullets, so he just shoved his phone at Sam and asked, "Sam, what do we do about this?" Sam grabbed the phone and slowly scrolled through the comments. The more he read, the deeper he frowned. He said, "It's obvious that Ms. Stone has offended someone." Sam instantly came to a conclusion. Coldly, he added, "These are professional trolls." Most of the commenters had default profile pictures, and their feeds were mostly empty. They were definitely accounts from internet troll studios. They were all there to steer the narrative.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much? I mean... Mommy might get upset.” Allie turned to him, her eyes blazing with determination. “Upset? Mommy’s been bullied for years because of these witches! It’s time they got a taste of their own medicine.” Arlyle nodded. “Besides, we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just sharing the truth.” With a few clicks, Allie set their plan in motion. The next morning, social media was ablaze with new revelations from a mysterious account called Terrific Trio. The account posted a cryptic message:

“I swear to god Axton-” “I’m sorry” Axton starts, stepping close to me. He doesn’t reach for me, but his blue eyes are locked on me. “For the bullying, the hitting. For all of it. It was wrong, and I never, ever should’ve done any of it. If I could change things, mate or not, I would.” the drop of the word mate makes me tense. “They know. Cassandra found out, and they overheard her hate speech” Axton adds, and then he's gripping my shoulders and turning me around. Adam, Axton’s closest friend clears his throat.

I wasn't sure how much further I could push it alone in my tiny apartment without getting arrested or bored. My phone buzzed on the desk. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me swipe. **Unknown:** Your show tonight was sloppy. You held back. We both know you can take more. I stared at the screen, heart skipping. Trolls were common, but this felt different. Precise. Like they'd been studying me. **Me:** Who the fuck is this? **Unknown:** People who can make you a queen instead of a sideshow. Check your email. One time offer.

"That's your homework. Forget whatever the teachers give you." "Okay," Sam choked, feeling as if his throat was on fire. He made a mental note to buy a pack on the way home, as well as a tonne of mouthwash so his meddling mother wouldn't find out. She was one of those typical boomer generation people—terrified of cancer like it was waiting behind every corner to jump out and tear the organs from her body. Sam suspected most of the hype and warnings were just fearmongering. Last week they said bacon caused cancer too, and a world without bacon wasn't a place he wanted to live.

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There was a hint of strain in her smile that worried him. “Hi, angel... Are you okay?” Everly put her phone down and turned to face him as he came closer. “Hi... Yes, I am. It’s just… I’ve got this crazy internet troll that is a lot of fun. I was looking into what Rosalee was saying… By the way, there are pictures of us at the convention. And well, the troll was being… very ‘entertaining’ and extremely ‘gracious’ about it.” “Let me see…”

knock it off Luna: susie stop replying and Toby STOP IT Toby: *typing more* Luna: STOP this is why imma block YOUU Toby: *blocks luna* Luna: BLOCKS TOBY BACK fucking bITch

Cassie followed her departing silhouette with her eyes with the tray of food still in her hand. She shifted her attention back to her Phone and responded to the text messages. … “Don, the containers are stolen.” One of Tobias’ workers got in his office and blunted out the news. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Tobias frowned Upon hearing this. “The container with the Coke was stolen last night. Ten of our people are dead with one survivor.” He said while adjusting his eye glass on his nose. He was shaking like a leaf and getting ready to be shot with his boss.

“One thing that I know is that it isn’t poisoning” At that moment, a knock landed on the door, creaking open while Alexander rushed inside, worry boldly written on his face. “Ma’am, the trolls have moved over to the company’s social media pages, dropping consistent hate comments, trolling you and we just lost a deal because of this” I exchanged fleeting glances with Ezra before locking gazes with Alexander. A small smile played on my lips and it seemed to have freaked him out with the way he stared at me.