"Eva, are you still listening?"
"Yes, I'm with you," I quickly answered, snapping out of my thoughts.
Fresh out of the shower, Astrid entered the room and burst into laughter when she saw my flustered expression.
I coughed loudly, trying to cover up my nervousness. "I didn't drink alcohol. It was just juice. Anyway, I'm hanging up now if there's nothing else. Talk later!"
I hastily ended the call, feeling guilty. Astrid flopped onto my bed, laughing even harder. "Seriously? My brother's that nitpicky? I used to think he didn't care about anything, but it turns out he's not so indifferent, after all. Look at him, getting jealous!"
"Don't make things up," I said, my face flushing red. I was unsure how to respond. The more I tried to deny it, the worse it seemed.
"I'm not making this up! My brother's a bit of a blockhead, sure, but when he cares about someone, he really cares. So, stop worrying about the photos. Jack's got it handled."
I nodded, knowing Jack was capable of pulling strings, but I couldn't shake my unease. In today's digital age, completely erasing something from the internet was next to impossible.
That night, when I checked the company forum again, the post had already been removed. Even the trending topics and photos online had disappeared.
Astrid sent me a text from the guest room, "Sidney hacked into several platforms to scrub the photos clean. It's all taken care of. Sleep tight!"
Finally, I let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like the storm had passed.
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