Shirley Thorne realized she had a mean streak.
She'd promised herself not to show off before starting the livestream, but for some reason, seeing her viewers in such blissful agony sparked an urge to flaunt.
'This must be one of humanity's baser instincts,' she thought.
But as the saying goes, poetic justice always finds a way.
Shirley Thorne was happily joking around with her viewers when, on the other end, Ethan Grant transferred her an overtime payment. Another five million.
Shirley Thorne: !!!
"The livestream was very effective."
That was Ethan Grant's note.
'Translation: You did a great job riling everyone up.'
Shirley Thorne felt more than a little guilty.
She hadn't worked overtime; she just wanted to do a simple livestream of her painting.
At this point, she didn't even need to stir up any more animosity. The person behind the scenes surely hated her guts by now.
If it weren't for her, Ethan Grant's wife-jinx reputation wouldn't have been cleared so quickly.
