In this age of streaming sensationalism, I had never been one to indulge. Yet, as I was about to swipe away, a familiar face appeared on the screen.
I saw Howard's assistant, Stella Carter.
Over the years, as Howard navigated life under my family's roof, I had granted him a subsidiary to manage.
To demonstrate his loyalty, he had always insisted I review the resumes of any female recruits.
Thus, Stella was a face I knew well.
Now, she stood before the camera, and her voice was choked with tears as she addressed the live audience.
"My relationship with my boyfriend has always been solid, but this woman relentlessly sends me provocative messages, trying to seduce him away. She threatens me that as long as I don't break up with my boyfriend, she'll make my life a misery. Can a mistress really drive someone to despair?"
Stella sobbed, and her words were eliciting a wave of sympathy from the viewers.
The audience rallied, vowing to stand by her and defeat the "vicious mistress."
I never imagined the world could be so small that I'd find myself embroiled in the drama of my own employees through a live broadcast.
After ending the stream, I called Howard.
"Darling, is Stella not at work today?"