A mistress, if you were being kind. A kept woman, if you weren’t. And they were only engaged, a status with no legal protection. Yvonne knew that until the final papers were signed, anything could happen. She repeatedly warned Bianca to be strategic.
“Also, I’ve heard rumors that Wade is meeting with lawyers to draft his will,” Yvonne added. “Has Seth mentioned anything?”
“No, nothing.”
Yvonne frowned. “Does he not know, or is he keeping it from you?”
“He must not know. Seth doesn’t hide things from me.” Bianca was confident on this point.
“Still,” Yvonne insisted, “when you get back from Westbrook, find an excuse to visit Wade. See what you can find out.”
“I will.”
Bianca had to get back to the event, so Yvonne ended the call. In their group chat, Jude was spamming celebratory emojis for Bianca and had forwarded the livestream link to his father, telling him the project was about to take off and that he could rest easy.
As the fireworks faded, Ethan and Bianca took the stage to give their speeches. The number of viewers in the livestream chat was climbing, a testament to the event’s success.
Back at the office, Sophia was recording the stream, muttering to herself. “These comments have to be from bots, right? Not a single negative one? Impossible.”
“There are a hundred thousand people in this stream, and at least eighty thousand of them are fake accounts!”
“I can’t take it anymore. I’m out.” She stood up angrily, intending to get a glass of ice water from the break room.
On the screen, Bianca was confidently proclaiming that *Aetheria* would become the nation’s largest mobile game within five years. In the split second of silence as she paused for applause, someone threw a rotten egg from the crowd. It splattered directly across her face.

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