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I leaned forward, pressing my large palms flat against the black marble table, bringing my eyes right up to his face. "If Lucian Virek’s name is not taken off Monday's mandatory testing list by five o'clock today," I whispered, my voice sounding like a dangerous promise, "the Kael Group will legally pull its entire sponsorship from the Winter Classics. I will cancel the funding, I will cancel the TV blocks, and I will leave your precious winter event completely broke before the weekend starts." The boardroom turned completely silent.

Adrian stared intently at the jazz concert venue, but instead he brought me forward. "You don't want to go to a concert?" I asked. "Well, maybe later." He glanced back, then leaned slightly so that his lips were close to my ear. "There are paparazzi." "Huh?" I looked back and sure enough. Lord! What's wrong with them? Casandra and some of the girls followed from afar, stealthily, but unfortunately their clothes were quite conspicuous at night. "Want to say hello to them?" whispered Adrian. "Well, let it be. I don't want to be bothered now."

How extraordinarily dull. I reached for my phone again to check my email, but I hadn’t heard anything new from Jerad. I read back over his last message. M is coming along quite well. She’s got over a million subscribers at this point, and I think very soon we can bring her forward and have contacted Fabelsonni about making her a Goodwill Ambassador. We need to keep her away from the Children’s Hunger Bank or whatever they’re calling themselves now. More soon.

“It’s peer review. And your thesis is full of holes.” “Sentiment is not a dirty word!” he protested. “And truth isn't boring!” Lina fired back. “You took our lives and made them a greeting card. We’re giving them back their teeth.” A new data-stream flashed from Kael. “Channel One is experiencing a total viewer collapse. The Audience is migrating to our react stream en masse. They’re… they’re requesting more.” “More what?” I asked. “More of… this,” Kael said, gesturing at the three of us. “The unedited dynamic. They’re calling it ‘The Found Family Commentary Track.’ They want it on everything.”

"Did you settle things with Mr. Quilton?" Angeline asked, recalling the night when Nathaniel mentioned pre-installing Silent Voice on their new flagship phones and offering a membership promotion. "Yes, we did, but Mr. Quilton is really stingy. He's only offering a one-year membership. However, if members want to renew, they'll get a half-price discount when they continue using our phones. If they switch to a new phone, they still get another year of membership," Nathaniel said with a laugh.

Hyeon-sin let out a long sigh and murmured briefly toward the in-ear device. "It's nothing. I'll turn off the mic for a moment." By the time she turned this back on, what state would she be in? —Hey! Hyeon-sin! —What's going on, answer me! Leaving her friends' cries behind, Hyeon-sin cut off the microphone. Instantly, her ears were silent. Instead, she felt her own heartbeat echoing loudly. Under the yellow lights of the abandoned factory ceiling, a massive square ring stood proudly. It was a brutal place that one would only see when having a rank battle in LaON or Victoria.

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

Ever. "So now that I don't work for you anymore. Will you finally tell me whether or not you're banging Em?" What? It's not like he's going to fire me. He doesn't say anything but his smirk confirms my ask. "Can I have you on Friday? I need help on the big McKenna account." He asks as I stand up to leave. The McKenna account is my literal baby so, "Uhh. Duh." I answer him sarcastically. It's not like I'll have anything better to do anyways. I'm unemployed.

“I’ll schedule another stream once I know the result of the negotiations with Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation. Knowing CEOs and their busy schedules, I might not get an instant reply about the collaboration and sponsorship deal. Do follow me on Tweeter for the latest updates, and I’ll see you around! For those who would like a more inclusive community, please head over to my website. Membership fees apply. That’s all for tonight, and thank you for joining!” After waving goodbye to her viewers for about a minute, Queenie finally went offline, and London closed her eyes in exhaustion. Surely this would be enough to make the headlines tomorrow.