Many had sent messages to Anthea, privately reaching out to apologize for the hate they'd spewed before.
Anthea was slightly taken aback by the apologies, but quickly brushed it off and started her live stream.
She had gotten used to not showing her face, so this time was no different.
[Caught Ann's gala live stream. So cool, so gorgeous!]
[Ann, show your face, please!]
[Love Ann for eternity!]
[User: ThorHammerStriker has sent ten sports cars!]
[User: Pupper has sent a sports car!]
[Why are you hiding your face again, Ann?]
"I'm afraid if you guys see my face, you won't pay any attention to my chess skills!"
[Ann, you're so vain! But I love it!]
[You could live off your looks, but our Ann insists on talent!]
Anthea streamed for an hour before signing off.
Rebecca was glued to her screen until Anthea ended her stream, seething with envy.
Why could Anthea continue streaming when all she could do was secretly watch behind a screen? It wasn't fair!
Right at that moment, Rebecca's phone buzzed. The caller ID flashed - it was her agent, Jack.
"Hey, Jack," Rebecca answered.
"Rebecca, after everything that's happened, don't you think you should go live and explain yourself? Do you realize you've lost twenty million followers?" Jack's tone was stern. "Look, life throws you curve balls, and none of this mess started with you! You're a victim too!"
"I'm sorry, Jack, I'm just not in the right headspace for streaming right now." Without the adoration, the filters, or the chess prowess, what did she have to offer? How could she win back her fans?
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