The next morning, Jason sat in the media control room, watching PulseCast break the internet.
Literally.
A teenage streamer from Chicago—RicoFlex—had just dropped a challenge video with a celebrity guest. Ten million views in under an hour. The platform was groaning under the load.
Leo burst into the room, out of breath. "We're trending in thirteen countries. Asia traffic is spiking. Our Singapore node just hit 90% capacity!"
Jason barely blinked. "Spin up the backups. Push edge traffic to Tokyo and Mumbai. And call the cloud rep—I want every spare server they have under our name by noon."
Amy called in over comms. "Advertisers are calling us now. Nike wants in. Twitch just tweeted about 'friendly competition.' Bellamy's stock is dropping—2.7% in the last thirty minutes."
Jason's eyes never left the screen.
This was it.
The moment.
The birth of something bigger than a company.
It was a movement.
"Announce creator bonuses. Every PulseCast creator making over a thousand this month gets an extra twenty percent cut. Let's make it rain."
Leo gaped. "That's millions in payouts."
Jason smiled. "Exactly. Let's show them where home is."
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Later that day, Jason stood in front of a packed audience at TechCrunch Disrupt NYC.
Cameras flashed. Investors murmured. Competitors glared.
He walked onto the stage wearing jeans, a navy tee, and confidence stitched into every step.
He didn't present slides.
He didn't need to.
Instead, he raised his phone and said one word:
"Live."
Behind him, the giant screen flickered—and suddenly, the crowd could see themselves. On PulseCast. In real time. Streaming to hundreds of thousands.
"We don't stream the world," Jason said, "we turn the world into the stage."
The room erupted.
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After the event, Jason returned to his penthouse. Naomi was already there, sipping wine on the balcony.
She looked up as he stepped outside.
"You were everywhere today," she said, smiling. "Twitter. TikTok. CNN. Even my old roommate texted me—'Is that your boyfriend changing the internet?'"
Jason chuckled and slid his arms around her waist.
"Did you say yes?"
She turned in his arms. "I said no."
He blinked.
She raised a brow. "I said you weren't my boyfriend."
Jason's heart skipped.
"You're mine."
And then she kissed him—soft, lingering, filled with all the future neither of them had dared speak of until now.