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He's not in any way like my Kyle. Kyle is more of an athlete than an ordinary man. Though, he was not spectacularly built. He was my height—five feet nine and a half inches. He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling eighty pounds more than I did, which flowed from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and handsomely squared jaws in an uninterrupted, unemphatic unity of strength. His daily work out pays off well. He needs to keep fit, for his job. And I need to keep sane, for my job. I rushed back to my laptop on the couch and continued my unending research on Paige Kam. So far, I've discovered that she never did social media. Or maybe she used an anonymous name. Cause I didn't fi

If there's someone I can call to help me enhance my convincing skills, it's gotta be Paige Amistead. Paige is an influencer and her millions of audience on social media love her so much. They are very loyal to her similar to Heide's fans. They defend her, they show her care and support, they send her handmade gifts, and they promote her videos as if her videos haven't garnered much of viewers yet.

At this time, someone rushing from the corner bumped into Gail. The woman immediately yelled, "Haven't you got your eyes?" "Miss, I think you are the one who is so careless to hit us." Jessica was irritated and reasoned with her. Gail tugged at her and apologized, "Miss Brown, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." Jessica knew this woman. She was Paige Brown, a very famous internet celebrity recently. And she was actually a flight attendant of an airline under the Smith Group. Ever since Paige attracted countless male fans online, the airlines under the Smith Group had been thinking the world of her.

She assumed someone like Paige would enjoy sharing glimpses of her life through social media after marrying Chris. Nina expected the typical display of marital bliss on Paige's social media. However, upon opening Paige's social media, Nina was taken aback. She doubted if she was looking at the social media account of a young woman in her twenties or that of a senior citizen in their fifties or sixties. Paige's feed was devoid of the usual displays of romantic affection. There were only one or two posts, showcasing luxury cars and designer bags—presumably gifts from Chris. Apart from these, Paige's feed was a collection of bizarre wellness tips like:

Then she stopped and looked at Paige quizzically. “How do we have fun?” “Welcome to ‘How to party right! 1.0’. My name is Paige Turner and tonight I’m going to be your teacher… Let’s start by getting more drinks.” Paige stood, picking up Navy’s empty glass and her own empty bottle. “That round didn’t last long enough.” Paige straightened her crop top and smoothed her hands down over her skinny leather pants and she made her way back to the bar. Navy pulled out her phone to check her email. Nothing new!

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" Ma'am I saw Paige's gallery empty, I can't find her and I don't understand why she packed" She stepped out of the door closing the door behind her, "I drove her out, the whole neighborhood knew she is a scammer, so i told her to leave, finally she packed out today with the help of her new man, I thought it was you but looking at him closely he wasn't you, at the same time he looked familiar, I asked my son to check if he knows him and my son screamed saying he is the popular Basketball player who just won a Gold medal at the Olympics, Jack Stones" she replied.

“I heard you were a fan of mine. Want an autograph?” Paige’s face turned scarlet. Humiliation boiled in her veins. She had once admired her. This... orphan. Disgusting. “I was never your fan! That was all fake! I never meant it!” Briella tossed the lighter onto the chipped table beside her. She tapped the cigarette with her finger—ash drifted onto the floor like snowfall. Then she pulled out her phone. “So explain why I have a private message from your verified X account? Want me to read it out loud for confirmation?”

Paige smiled, "What do you know? Maybe he has found a girl to spend some time with since you said he doesn't like Barbie." "I kinda feel sorry for Barbie though," Zach said. "She seemed sad." "I don't think Barbie is sad. She was so excited earlier, but she said she was tired and wanted to go to bed." Zach nodded, "Okay." Paige went on social media and gasped in surprise, "Oh my God!" "What?" Zach asked. "People have started shipping us, and a new fan page has been created for me. They tagged me in their posts. There's even a fan page for us, they're calling us the 'PZ Couple.'"

Lucas sent me a message that said: I am writing the press release and I want you to know I have used the word reckoning twice in the first paragraph alone and I feel completely fine about this. Paige called that same afternoon. She had been following everything. She said she had been following it since the collection, since she had sat in the front row and cried before the show even started, since I had mouthed I told you at the end of the runway and she had completely fallen apart in a way she was not embarrassed about at all.