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"Really?" Angelina was speaking with a proud smile on her face and couldn't resist sharing more about Vivienne's accomplishments with the Sullivans. "You know," she began, turning her gaze to Noah's family, "Vivienne's incredible blog is her sacred diary where she chronicles her travels around the world. It's not just your average travel diary, though. She makes it educational, weaving in the history, culture, and unique perspectives of every place she visits. It's like a guided journey that makes you see the world through a whole new lens."

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As for the investing, she would harness her knowledge of the companies that flopped and the ones that did well to become the wealthiest and best there is. She gave a weak smile to Beulah when the woman started talking about how the blogs didn’t know what they were saying. “Ms. Beckett, I swear to you these blogs are just putting this out for the sake of craving validation.” Zoe raised her eyebrow weakly, swallowing the scrambled eggs in her mouth. “They aren’t wrong though. I kicked Emery.” “Do not look at it, that way, Ms. Beckett.” Beulah paused, her hand pouring out orange juice into the glass cup next to Zoe.

I nearly choked on my wine. Scott coughed. “Not long. A couple of months.” “And both your careers aren't conflicting?” “Conflicting?” I asked with a frown. “Well, you just told me that you're the president of the journalist club in your school and you own a blog?” “Yeah.” “There's a conflict of interest.” It was true. *Not necessarily. I assure you I am very professional. You can ask him. Or you could read my blogs.” *What's the name of the blog?”

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I might get a little bit of money from blogging but it's not enough when I live in a really expensive city. I started blogging 4 years ago, the blog is about life, tips, fashion and etc. It's more like a random blog and I gain around 1.5 million of followers. The interesting part is that.. I never show my identity to the blog world, no one know who I am. Literally no one.. Except me and GOD.

I quickly closed the laptop and walked over to him while trying to hide my excitement. “Just researching on something.” I said vaguely and he frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “At this hour? You should get some rest. We can always go on tomorrow.” “I’ll sleep later. I just didn't feel sleepy after I woke up and so I decided to continue with the research.” I said with a small smile as I gently placed my hand on his and he stared at me curiously. “I got it. I found out how you could get the company's shares back. I've been searching but I got nothing, until I came across this particular blog of someone who went through the exact same thing you went through. It's like history

I shouldn’t have. A strange feeling squeezed my gut. Silent sobs filled the silence, the sound like she was trying to muffle it with her arm. I thumped against the wood harder. What the fuck? Was it the blogs? A line of guilt jabbed at my gut. I shouldn’t have fueled them, but it was a necessary evil. We would both benefit from it. She was getting more than just the blogs leaving. I was helping her with even when she didn’t realize she needed help.

Okay, probably not at times, maybe a little bit sometimes. "Have you heard? CrazyHater just updated his blog!" She grins widely while showing me her phone screen where there is indeed a notification that I just updated. You're probably thinking, "there are people, like any human being, reading my blog?!" Of course, yes. I am every dumb bimbo girl's nemesis and the debater club's best friend. My identity as being @CrazyHater is hidden; because if it was not, then I'll probably be buried ten ft. underground.

I needed to bring Dennis down by all means necessary. They appeared before me as I folded my arms and watched them with a smile on my face. While we were here, one of them said he had been a broadcaster for CNN before he moved to another company. Another one was a sports journalist. Another one was into lifestyle and entertainment. With the last talking about how he owned some of the best blogs in the country. I watched them brag with a smile on my face. They all worked for the highest companies in the world and also for the gossip blogs that they owned individually. I had shares in all their gossip blogs, and I was their highest investor. That meant that they were obligated to answer me whe