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The audio—Zara’s voice strong but clear—was layered over reels of women rising from heartbreak, over clips of mothers getting dressed for their first job interview in years, over edits of Zara herself walking the runway with her bump on proud display. And while Imani tried to post passive-aggressive quotes that same morning—while she refreshed her mentions in frustration—one thing was painfully clear: Zara was trending. But not for scandal. Not for shame. She was trending for ownership. And the world was listening.

I just sent it. I sighed and tossed my phone. The elevator bell rang. “Please whoever it is better dont come and stress me more than I already am.” I looked and it was Tunde. “You saw didn’t you?” I said. He sat beside me “Yeah I mean I am trending as well. I’m on the bottom but we are all trending. The trend table is full of shit about you. There’s light skin, privilege, propose, Femi, Tunde Kola, Yoruba Demon. I’m tired Femi.” He said smiling.

It was only natural for Jessica to back her up since she relied on her to cash in more money. Jessica let out a light chuckle and stated confidently, "Rest assured! I just received news that they're going to be down soon." Just then, the new assistant let out a small gasp as she stared at her phone. "Misty, Ms. Meadows, you have to check the trending searches!" There wasn't anything wrong with the trending searches. It was perfectly normal for people with good looks to dominate the searches. Unfortunately, it wasn't Misty's carefully refined photos that topped the searches.

"Okay." "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you think I'm being impressive. It's annoying." He picked up his own coffee and said nothing, which was somehow worse. I pulled up my laptop and got back to the morning's work. An hour later, Sarah sent me a summary of the hot search engagement. The hashtag was still climbing but starting to plateau. And then, just before noon, a new item hit the trending list. I saw it first on Sarah's forwarded summary, then pulled it up myself.

"Caleb, what is going on? What are these weird phone calls I'm getting?" "Um, I'm not sure how to say this, Tiff." He starts coughing as my cell phone starts ringing. I pick it up to look at it. Unknown caller. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach so I put it down. "Just say it, Caleb. What is happening?" "Are you looking through the wires yet?" "Yeah. I'm scrolling through the scores now." "Tiffany…" he takes a deep breath. "You're trending." "What do you mean I'm trending?" I can't even imagine what he's talking about. I'm trending about what? Rowen's interview from last week? That's ol

It was a barrage of messages. [Liam]: SISTER-IN-LAW! YOU ARE FAMOUS! [Liam]: Wait, I mean Harper! Look at T*****r! [Liam]: Wait, don't look at T*****r! [Liam]: Actually, maybe don't look at your phone at all. Harper frowned. She sat up and opened social media. Her jaw dropped. Trending #1: #TheMysteryInBlue Trending #2: #SterlingComeback Trending #3: #CinderellaExposed

“I mean, look at you. You live alone too.” “I do have women over.” He said casually. “It’s not the reason for my living alone but I do have my share of fun. I’m not big on relationships and such but that doesn’t mean that I am not popular.” … Okay then. “I am not interested in all that. Anyway, I don’t have a woman in my life. And I don’t have one-night-stands. Not interested either.”

On the other end, Wendy's voice came through, urgent. "Sharon, what are you doing right now? Have you seen the news?" Sharon kept her voice low. "I just got Matty to sleep. What's going on?" "You're trending!" "Trending?" Sharon blinked. "What do you mean?" "Someone dug up your identity… ugh, it's too much to explain. Just look at the trending topics!" Wendy hung up in a rush. Sharon, still a little skeptical, opened her phone and scrolled to the hot search list.