you back, maybe?”
I ignored him.
Ethan won. $12 million.
He approached me, pale and exhausted.
“Consider it a gift. I’ve always believed in
your talent. You’re going to be a star. I could
work
<
hesitated.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker. I appreciate the
gesture. But besides business, I’m not interested. Nice doing business with you.”
His face crumpled. He coughed, his hopes dashed. I walked away.
At the press conference:
“Ms. Jones, Mr. Parker paid $12 million for
Ashes of the Realm. He also defended you
against plagiarism. What’s your relationship?
Friends? Lovers?”
I hesitated. “We were friends in China. We
discussed Ashes of the Realm.”
That was all.
Afterward, Ethan approached me, leaning on
a cane, his assistant hovering.
I was discussing our next project. I ignored
him. An engine roared.
A van sped towards us. Brittany, wild–eyed,
behind the wheel.
“Olivia, look out!”
Ethan shoved me aside, collapsing as the van
hit him.
I rushed to his side. He was covered in blood.
“Ethan!”
He smiled weakly, taking my hand. “Livvy
Moon…I…love…you…Next time…I’ll love
<
His hand went limp.
Brittany got life. Ethan’s family took him back to China.
Olivia Jones, the girl who endured 100 pranks, died in that fake plane crash. Anna Jones
lived.
Living for herself, her family, her dreams.
I stayed in France, designing my next game.
Another International Game Design Awards
ceremony. My new game won gold. Back–to-
back wins. Unprecedented.
My new life had just begun.
く
died in that fake plane crash. Anna Jones
lived.
Olivia Jones, the girl who endured 100 pranks,
Living for herself, her family, her dreams.
I stayed in France, designing my next game.
Another International Game Design Awards ceremony. My new game won gold. Back–to- back wins. Unprecedented.
My new life had just begun.
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