Jeanette Kensington stared at the comments on her phone. Her comment section had been overrun, with the bullying incidents from years ago dredged up once more.
Countless people were cheering for her downfall.
Jeanette Kensington took the elevator to her private lounge. At the peak of her fame, she had been the center of everyone's universe. Interplay Entertainment had even built a dedicated studio for her in the company building—a testament to her glory.
The lounge was spacious, furnished with a bed, a sofa for resting, and even a gaming console. It was on the top floor, a level Jeanette Kensington had specifically chosen because she loved being at the very top. The lounge opened onto a wide rooftop terrace. It was a prime location, offering a view of the sprawling, layered cityscape.
The cool wind blew against her, and Jeanette Kensington felt a wave of dissociation wash over her.
