Chapter 322
At the very moment Sharon made her statement, a new post quietly appeared on Wendy’s account.
[I’m Wendy Cohen, Sharon McKinzie’s agent. Not long ago, every single one of our accounts on all social media platforms was suddenly banned without warning. I contacted every platform, again and again, trying to get an answer. We got no explanation.
[We built those accounts from scratch. We poured everything into them-content, time, and effort. After countless sleepless nights, a few of our videos finally went viral. We gained over ten million followers.
[We thought things were finally getting better. But what waited for us was a complete blackout-an inexplicable, ruthless ban. We were devastated.
[For a while, we even wondered if maybe, somehow, it really was our fault. Maybe we’d broken some rule without realizing it. So I started a backup account… but before it even gained traction, it was banned again.
[That’s when I knew. We’d offended someone. Someone powerful. Someone with money. Someone who wanted us erased.
[We are just ordinary people. There’s no way we can fight the kind of capital that controls the world.
[This post… won’t stay up long. It’ll be deleted, like everything else.
[But that’s okay. We’ll fight. We won’t give up. No matter what, we believe one thing-evil never wins against justice.]
Attached to the post were screenshots of the ban notifications and audio recordings of conversations with platform reps-some of whom blatantly admitted, “You’ve pissed someone off. Your account is permanently shut down.”
Given how hot Sharon’s case had become, the post exploded almost immediately, landing squarely at the top of the trending
charts.
Inside the office of one social media company, a panicked technician stared at his monitor. “Mr. Parkson… do we still delete this? This post’s been shared over a million times already…”
Gray Parkson, the manager, wiped the sweat beading on his forehead. He hovered, hesitating. Then, his phone rang.
He answered. No one could hear the voice on the other end, but Gray’s face shifted instantly. His back straightened, expression
grim.
“Understood. Yes. No problem. I’ll take care of it immediately.”
When he hung up, he turned to the technician, his voice crisp and decisive. “Forget deleting it. Pin it. Put it right at the top of the trending list.”
Then he called over several other staff members. His tone was sharp now, all business. “Push out directives to every marketing account. Start promoting Sharon as a fearless figure fighting back against the elites. Frame her as someone brave enough to stand up to capital.”
The employees blinked at him, completely thrown. Just days ago, they’d been cranking out hit pieces on Sharon. Now they were supposed to flip the script and do positive PR?
What the hell was going on?
Back at the livestream site, the police officers moved swiftly. As Sharon requested, they detained the group of tabloid reporters who’d been deliberately stirring chaos.
There was no question-they were far from innocent. Their line of questioning, their presence here… it was targeted, malicious,
and blatant.
No one was about to argue they didn’t deserve this.
The police officers didn’t care for rumor-mongers. They knew better than anyone how much damage an offhand lie could cause
-how many lives it could ruin.
Whether Sharon was guilty or not was for the law to determine. It wasn’t the job of these so-called reporters to act as judge and
jury.
Even as they were being cuffed, the tabloid reporters wailed about how unfair it was.
But the lead officer only said coldly, “Whether or not you’re innocent, we’ll determine that. Don’t worry, we don’t wrong the innocent. But we also won’t let the guilty walk free.”
The fact that this was all happening during a live broadcast made it even better. It sent a clear message. A warning. Let this be a lesson to anyone who thought they could sling lies online without consequence.
Honestly, the officers had been waiting for an excuse to make an example out of someone. And today… the example delivered
itself.
Across the scene, the state media reporters didn’t show a shred of sympathy. In fact, their expressions made it pretty clear- they thought those tabloid reporters got exactly what they deserved.
