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”Good,” I said smoothly, flicking a spray of water off my fingers.

Ruby blinked down at me in total disbelief. ”Good?! They just deleted weeks of momentum in five seconds!”

”They didn’t delete momentum, Ruby. They just spent a fortune to prove how terrified they are,” I replied, pulling myself out of the water and grabbing a towel from the lounge chair. ”A copyright strike is legal. A mass-report ban? That’s pure personal panic. Hailey paid someone to scrub you because your voice is actively threatening her entire existence.”

Ruby looked from her dead screen to me, the anger in her eyes slowly shifting into a sharp, realization-filled glare.

”So we aren’t backing down?” she asked, her voice steadying.

”Back down?” I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked her dead in the eye with a cold grin. ”We’re just getting started. Go grab another outfit and your guitar. We’re opening Account Number Two.”

While Ruby headed inside to open the new account and set up her guitar, I swam over to the shallow edge of the pool, climbed the steps, and grabbed my phone off the lounge table.

Something had been nagging at the back of my brain. Strategic takedowns were one thing, but paying fifty grand for a black-market bot burn within hours of a simple acoustic video going viral? That level of pure, unadulterated desperation didn’t just come from hurt pride—it came from a ticking clock.

I wiped the water off my screen and quickly pulled up Apex Music Group’s press releases and industry schedule.

My eyes narrowed as I scanned the headlines, and then a slow, wicked grin spread across my face.

Hailey Sterling’s Sophomore Album Dropping Worldwide This Friday.

”Of course,” I muttered to myself, leaning back against the sunbed as the entire board cleared up.