The viewer count climbed with terrifying speed, ticking upward by the hundreds every few seconds as Josh held the phone up, turning it to capture all of us crowded into my father’s hallway.
“Josh, turn that off,” I said, my voice shaking as I stepped instinctively away from the frame. “Right now.”
“Everyone deserves to see this,” Josh said, his voice pitched louder now, performing for the growing audience rather than speaking to any of us directly. “This is Julian Black. Owner of Blackstone Holdings. And this…” he swung the camera toward me, “… is Annie Lin, the woman he’s been secretly obsessed with for months, according to a will his own dead father left behind.”
“Stop it.” I threw a hand up in front of the lens, but Josh only laughed, stepping back to keep me in frame.
“There’s a wo
