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he called out to the man he joined in on our conversation. Damien was of average height and looked boring with a face cap on his head, he had a slim body also; I could tell he was just like Dr. Bernard, the only difference was that he was younger and he used glasses. What a weirdo. Mariano would never approve of any handsome man coming near me. The only male workers here are the security officers and my psychiatrist, Mariano, was that protective!. “HI I’m Damien, I will be your new Psychiatrist!” he stretched his hands towards me; I ignored his greetings, “Follow me” Dr. Bernard closed the gap.

“We could finally be moots.” “Moots?” Asher repeats and peers at Olivia. “Is this a cow breed?” Olivia musters the most deadpan look she can create and says “No. It’s not a cow breed, idiot. It’s Twitter slang for mutuals aka accounts following each other.” “How do you know I have a Twitter account?” Asher asks, his eyes narrowing. “Steve told me,” Olivia admits without an ounce of remorse. “Is that a yes or no to following each other?”

Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. However, Jason did not stop there, and played Harry's account on other social software on the big screen. The comments were still obscene and obscene, and the earliest time could be traced back to five years ago. The most recent one was a month ago, when his account liked and commented on a lolita video on a restricted website in an island country. Harry saw his accounts being exposed one by one, and his initial shock and disbelief gradually turned into despair. However, he didn't know why this reporter could find these accounts related to him so accurately?

“Please. Just… give me a minute.” I make it into my office, close the door, and lean against it. My phone is already blowing up. Notifications every second. Against my better judgment, I open X. Mistake. Huge mistake. The tweets are… God, they’re awful. “Imagine being having a hole so big you need THREE men to fill the void” “Gold digger of the century right here” “Those poor babies growing up in that sick environment” “She’s disgusting. Three brothers!! This is what happens when women have no morals”

I opened the X app, formerly known as Twitter, and registered a new account with the handle "Chris Gomez's Wife" No nonsense, no sob stories. I tagged Yvonne and posted a short tweet: "Stop playing the victim. Forget a million dollars. If you can prove in court that those hands actually exist and have touched even just one of your fingers, I'll give you both my properties, both my cars, and 15 million dollars in cash on top." This tweet exploded online. [What the hell! 15 million?] [This woman's crazy! She's giving away money for free!]

Making memes about my “downfall.” Someone had created a hashtag: #VivianCrossIsOver It was trending number one. My hands shook as I went to settings and turned off comments on all my posts. Then I made my account private. Then I deleted I*******m entirely. But T.w.i.t.t.e.r was worse. F.a.c.e.b.o.o.k was worse. Even L.i.n.k.e.d.i.n had people commenting on my profile about the scandal. I was being destroyed. Publicly. Systematically.

] [Ben: I don't want to see you anymore, it doesn't matter to me how you're doing. [Grace: ...How can you be so heartless? Are you in love with someone else? I love you so much; you can't treat me like this!] [Ben: Alright, I've got things to do, stop calling me, goodbye.] The call ended with the sound of the line being disconnected. As soon as this recording hit the internet, it went viral. The servers were overwhelmed, crashing multiple times due to the sheer volume of traffic. The previously balanced situation shifted dramatically, with people flocking to Ben's Twitter account to unleash a barrage of insults.

Evie was surprised to see there were about two hundred tweets mentioning her name. When she opened the tweet, Evie's tears slowly fell, all the tweets that mentioned her name contained inappropriate words and mocked her openly. Words such as stupid, idiot, or more extreme like dog, pig, and bastard flowed in her twitter mention tab. She was confused at first what they meant. However, when she saw the hashtags that accompanied almost all the tweets for her, Evie realized that she was being judged for the failure of the seminar.

I set it down gently under her locker. I helped her put her head on the table and I turned to my phone. I scrolled through my social media accounts. It had been so long since I logged into them. I only have two social media accounts. I*******m and Twitter. I have never once been on F******k. I once believed that F******k was for kids but now it changed when I began to see some hashtags trending.

I couldn’t keep up the headlines. “It’s trending on Twitter, every social media, gossip sites, morning talk shows. Everywhere.” He showed me on the iPad, swiping every page. They were all the same. "They call her A Royal Wrecker. Hashtag #RoyalWreckerBitch. My apology for the word, Your Highness.” I grabbed the remote from Marko, turning the volume loud. My heart sunk. My skin went cold as ice.