Group messages and DMs flooded in, an endless, overwhelming stream.
Lianne Lianne's social circle was small. She wasn't in regular contact with many people, so the constant stream of new messages felt like a zombie apocalypse.
She opened the most recent chat. Samuel Grant had sent her two messages.
"I didn't expect you and Mr. Sinclair to get together."
"Congratulations. I wish you two all the best."
Samuel Grant was part of Evan Caldwell's circle of rich young men. He had asked for Lianne's contact information, and since she didn't mind adding another inactive contact to her WeChat, she accepted. The entirety of their chat history consisted of Samuel Grant asking what she was doing, her replying that she was on her phone, and nothing after that.
