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SOCIAL media was never a thing that chris was into. after a certain time in college, he had no desire to have a presence online. there wasn't a specific reason behind it, he just hated how fake everyone was and this image you had to keep up with in our society.
yet, today chris felt different. he was at the office, sitting at his big boy desk. he was the ceo of his upcoming real estate company. so, he was the one making the rules. chris turned on his phone, pushing his chair closer to the desk. he downloaded the app, instagram.
he created a fake account, there was no way he would want someone he knows to find his name on suggestions and follow him — that was the last thing he wanted. he was incredibly bored at work. he scrolled, searched, read..
he shrugged his shoulders, typing away as he wrote in — gabriella sanders. and there was her account, number one on the screen. he found himself stalking her page and blushing at his phone.
he couldn't help but think to himself how beautiful she was, inside and out. her love for art, her love for animals and people, nature, everything about her chris was deeply fascinated with.
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after going through her entire account, he decided to search another name up — cynthia sturniolo. he didn't know what to expect. even though she was his wife, he never really seemed to ever think about her social media presence.
he began to stalk her, scrolling through endless pictures. then, he fell into a black hole. resulting in him finding a post on her tags from a guy named anthony. he almost dropped his phone as he stared at the picture he tapped on.
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could this be? it was the fucking man chris saw cynthia with in their shower. that day instantly started to replay in his head. the grip on his phone began to grow stronger, he has never been more furious in his life. it was something about the man publicly posting her that made him go off the edge.
he slammed his phone on his desk, breathing out smoke through his nose like a dragon. he stood up, pacing around his office. chris was never a violet person, but he wanted to beat the living shit out this man, anthony.
"viola! can you come here." he said on his work phone. his assistant, viola sprinted to his office as she ran out of breath.
"yes mr. sturniolo?" she mumbled out, holding onto her clipboard close to her chest.
"i need you to do research on a man named anthony hether. find me his phone number, address possibly, and where he works. thank you." he demanded. viola stared at him with lost eyes. he has never asked her to do such a thing.
"but sir-" she said. he quickly put his finger out to her, signaling for her to be quiet.
"no buts. go and come back when you get that information for me, thank you." he snapped. she nodded her head at him and turned away, walking back to her desk.
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