Chapter 52

The netizens can’t hurt me. The only one who can is Alexander. In my line of work, dealing with V&R and other projects, I often interact with the media, so I’m no stranger to how the majority of netizens blindly follow trends. They believe what they see, and what they see is usually what someone wants them to see. Take today’s news, for example. Some media outlets stirred up trouble using their army of hired trolls, with Olivia throwing a knife in my back. There were people working hard to paint a specific picture for the netizens. But what they didn’t want them to see—like my clarification post—was being closely guarded by Alexander. Not a single word would make it online. The moment I tried to speak the truth on Twitter, within three seconds, it would be flagged and taken down. Julian had been sitting with me at the bar for a while. I asked, “Didn’t you have work this afternoon?” “Nope. If I did, my agent would've called me a dozen times by now. I’m free. Perfect time