The ink on the contract was barely dry when the next step began.
Julian handed over his phone — every account, every password.
Sabrina's assistant sat nearby, fingers moving fast over the screen as they linked his profiles to the agency system. Snapgram, Y, TokTok, even the minor platforms — all synced under the Weiss Agency network.
Her movements were mechanical precision — no wasted motion, no chatter. Every few seconds, the faint tap of her nails against glass echoed through the quiet restaurant, like the ticking of a clock marking the start of something irreversible.
Within minutes, Sabrina herself pulled out her phone.
"Smile," she said simply.
A quick flash.
Julian in his black tuxedo. Sabrina beside him — poised, elegant, her wine-red lips forming a faint smile. David behind them, grinning like a man who'd just watched history being made.
Her assistant worked quietly, cropping and adjusting. Then — upload.
