“Sabina’s company says they’re already in talks.”
Pam handed Emily a glass of water, letting out an exaggerated eye roll. “Who even knows if that’s true,” she said, her voice sharp.
The comic company hadn’t promised anything. They were being secretive, not revealing a thing about any negotiations. Maybe they were waiting for a higher offer, or maybe it was something else.
“Really?” Emily replied, not sounding all that interested. She took a sip of water, then set the glass aside and reached for her phone, excitement flickering in her eyes.
She opened her photo album, which was filled with thousands of pictures—every single one of them was Kenneth. Same face, endless different looks. She scrolled through them, grinning like an idiot.
Pam watched her fangirl and let out a frustrated sigh. “If you like Kenneth that much, why don’t you just tell him?”
“No.” Emily’s eyebrows drew together, a shadow of disappointment passing through her gaze.
Kenneth didn’t feel the same. At least as friends, they could still spend time together. If she confessed, she might lose even that.
“How do you know he doesn’t like you? You’ve never asked,” Pam pressed, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. “What if he actually likes you back?”
“Not a chance.” Emily mumbled, “He thinks of me as just a friend.”
She finished editing a photo and posted it in Kenneth’s fan group. Within seconds, fans flooded in, the likes and comments racking up faster than she could keep up.
To the world, Emily was a glamorous celebrity. But in private, she was just another hopeless Kenneth fan.
Before she could say more, her phone buzzed twice. Kenneth’s name popped up on her screen.
Emily’s hand shook as she hurried to open the message.
Kenneth: Bro, was I hot today or what?
Emily stared at the screen, completely speechless.
She honestly wanted to strangle him right then and there.

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