(Ethan’s POV)
The city sprawls beneath my office, a cacophony of car horns and chaos.
I lean back against the cool leather of my chair, my phone propped up on the polished walnut desk. The screen shows a child’s face—Jake, the young micro-influencer—smiling brightly at the camera.
Now, don’t ask why I have the picture of a child that isn’t even mine as my phone’s screen saver.
It’s something I did on impulse. And after returning to my senses, I felt it beneath my character to be indecisive, so Jake’s picture remained as my phone’s screen saver.
I glance at my phone—I shouldn't, the CFO is mid-presentation—and see that Jake has posted a new video. I've been following the kid's account for months now, ever since one of his livestreams showed up in my recommended feed.
I was late on a f
