She pulled me into a hug. “We just had brunch two days ago.”
Tara waved me away as if I’d said something totally irrelevant. “How’s my niece or nephew doing?” she asked instead, putting a hand to my belly.
“Very active,” I said. They moved around all the time, even at night, keeping me up. Though it could be annoying, the feeling was also almost… comforting in a way.
“Good, all ready to play with all the toys auntie got.”
“You didn’t need to buy them anything,” I said.
She waved another hand at me, apparently her chosen gesture of the day. “Nonsense. What’s the point of being the rich, wine-drunk, fun aunt if I don’t buy them everything?”
“I wouldn’t try to stop her,” Jesse said. “She just can’t help herself.”
“All their clothes are so tiny and cute!” she defended. “I couldn’t just put them back.”
I laughed, but looked up at the looming, black-glassed building we were standing in front of, with that large pink-and-green logo on it. “What are we doing here?” I asked.
No one answered my question. “Let’s go,” Cameo said instead, leading us all forward and through the building.
I’d only been here a couple of times. The first was when I scraped enough subscribers together to become a partner, and the second was when they hosted some networking event, mostly about vying for ads with different companies looking to sponsor.
The woman at the desk looked up and barely batted an eye as our party continued forward. My confusion grew as we got into the elevator and shot to the top floor, where executives were normally. This had to be a meeting to get my account back, but how had they reached such a high-up connection?
When we finally arrived, Cameo was quick to walk back into an office all the way in the back, one that had to be the largest up here.
And it was… empty. And not just organized empty, but void of everything save for the furniture.
“What are we doing?” I asked for what felt like the zillionth time.
“Visiting our office,” Cameo said. He went to the chair behind the desk, swivelling around in it like he owned the place.
But… “What do you mean by ‘our office?’”
I looked around, hoping for an answer, but everyone waited for Cameo. Well, everyone except Tara, who looked like she was going to burst.
“It’s my office,” Cameo said. “Mine and Charlie’s, I guess. But I think I’ll take this one for myself.”
Charlie scoffed. “Says the guy who never even comes to the office.”
“I do,” Cameo defended. “When I have to.”
“Which is almost never.”
“Wait,” I said, pausing their bickering. “I don’t understand.”
Cameo came over and held my hand, walking me to the desk that was in the middle of the room, and sat me in the chair that was there. “This is the CEO’s office. And it’s mine… and Charlie’s. He’ll throw a fit if I don’t mention him.”
“Because I own it too!” he snapped.
“You bought Streamverse?!” I yelled.
He hummed. “Well, we bought the majority of the shares, meaning technically yes.”
I sat and blinked at him for a few long moments. “Why?” I finally asked.
“To recover your account, silly,” Tara said from the couch where she cuddled up to Jesse. “They’re really pushovers for us, huh?”
“Shut it,” Charlie said playfully.
