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I stared at it for a long second, then let out a soft sigh that barely disturbed the red lace mask against my lips. Not tonight, Vee. I declined the request with a quick tap. But Vee wasn’t done. A massive gift notification exploded across the screen—bigger than anything I’d seen in months. The entire chat lit up in a cascade of glittering animations, hearts and coins raining down until the comments were almost unreadable. The viewer count spiked with shocked reactions. “Holy shit, that gift!” “Vee is wild tonight” “Red Fox, you broke them!” I froze, my hands still cupping the sides of the red blazer. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard, leaning closer to the screen as if the numbers might vanis

While tweaking the photos, a notification from Facebook pops on the upper part of my phone’s screen. Homber Giovanni tagged you in a post. I tapped and it redirected me to his post. He changed his profile photo now and he even mentioned me with a capture emoji. I thought about commenting on his post. I find a GIF that will be perfect for this post. I saw a child doing a flying kiss and heart sign. I chose it and commented on this photo. I also reacted a heart on his post because I am the one who took it.

It was obvious that she had not learned how to do it before that, but those patterns still looked true to life. Ernest was also exhilarated. “Look at her score; it’s so high. She’s truly amazing.” Ernest put on his reading glasses, saw the bouquet of flowers and hearts that were flashing on the bottom of the screen, and frowned. “What are all these sticker-looking things? Why are they flashing all the time?” Wendy leaned over. After all, she was a little younger than Ernest. When she saw the words that appeared together with the emojis, everything just connected in her mind. “It should be a tipping system. Viewers can tip this live broadcast with some real cash.”

'If you ever need me to find you, It will find me first. She had said it lightly. She had said it hoping it was unnecessary. She had said it while something in her that knew about the world insisted on saying it anyway. The screen loaded. She stared at it, breath held, and for the longest three seconds of her life the screen was blank. Then a blue dot appeared. It was pulsing and moving east, toward the water. She made a sound that surprised her — it was like a breath but not quite. She put her hand on her chest and stood in the empty parking lot, watching the blue dot on her screen.

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"Yes, I did. You always protect me. Now it's my turn to protect you." She holds me tighter. "I love you so much." "I love you too, Mom." Jeffrey checks his phone. "Davison, do you know how many people have seen this?" "Last I checked, two hundred thousand." "It's at five hundred thousand now. And it's trending on T*****r." Mom pulls back. "What?" "People are sharing it everywhere. News outlets are picking it up. It's going viral." I look at my phone. He's right.

Smiling at the sight of that, Zivon then said, “Though I’m not that into dramas, I don’t mind being all lovey-dovey with you on a couple show, dear…” This left Xavia momentarily speechless. She had only been a little grumpy because of that video! Did he really have to do all this?! Just as she was about to retort, she heard Zivon add, “Before you say anything, remember that thousands of people are watching…” Upon hearing that, Xavia took a peek at the viewer count… and true enough, there were already close to a million viewers! What the hell?! Getting increasingly frustrated, Xavia retorted, “T-turn it off already! Stop wasting everyone’s time!”

What we had made. I opened my eyes. * * * * * * * Maya found me a few minutes later and sat beside me on the next stool and did not ask me anything. After a while she said, "Four point one million views on the broadcast. In just three hours." I looked at her. "Four million." "Four point one," she said. "And going up. Someone in Korea clipped look seventeen and it is being shared everywhere. Look five, the rose piece, is being called the dress of the year on three separate platforms already and the show has been over for forty minutes."

A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off, hitting record. We upload snippets to my private Snap story—the one where only my closest friends, including my boyfriend Tyler, can see. It’s my little corner of chaos: cute selfies mixed with the occasional thirst trap. Tyler loves it; he’s always the first to view and respond with fire emojis or something dirtier. Luca knows about the story too—he’s on it, though I keep the racier stuff timed just right so he might miss it. Or maybe he doesn’t. Whatever.

But as I looked at the notification, the blood drained from my face. The message was already opened. On an iPhone, if you haven't read a message, there’s a bright blue dot next to the name. There was no dot. Someone had unlocked my phone. Someone knew my passcode, or it had been unlocked when I put it down and they had read my private conversations? The only person here who knows my passcode is Jax. My fingers trembled as I tapped into the thread with Jax.