After returning home, I spent hours scrolling through Melvin's Twitter account. Then, a profound sense of wistfulness washed over me.
He was now the CEO of a massive company, directing hundreds of employees, while I was just one ordinary worker among the masses under his command. The mere fact that he still remembered me felt like an absolute miracle.
Meanwhile, Mr. Mystery had gone entirely radio silent, failing to post a single new video for days. His latest update remained that whiny puppy clip from a while ago.
I wondered if he had finally managed to win over the person he loved. If he succeeded, I supposed this account would probably be abandoned for good.
I silently counted down the days until Christmas. My parents had long since retired from the business world. They had already
