“No way. Mia’s too much of a coward to take down an attacker. She wouldn’t even stay in the haunted house!”
“Get real. Just because she swapped rooms with Justin doesn’t mean she’s scared of ghosts. That’s not the same as being afraid of dying.”
“Mia’s a badass! She literally ambushed a knife-wielding maniac. Queen behavior.”
“I’m sold. I need her X account ASAP—someone drop the link!”
“Gill just tagged her! New account, barely any followers—everyone go follow her now!”
“Welcome to the Mia fandom! You won’t regret investing in her.”
I scrolled through the comments, stunned. My X account—newly created by Gill without telling me—was blowing up. One post, one contract, and now I have two hundred thousand followers. Every few seconds, that number climbed.
Meanwhile, Justin stood frozen,
