"Aggressive, Leo! The fans want blood, not a tactical retreat," Silas hissed into Leo’s earpiece.
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That night, the pressure peaked. Silas demanded a twenty-four-hour "marathon" to celebrate a sponsorship deal. "Aggressive, Leo
Silas stepped into the light of the ring-lamp, his shadow looming over the gaming chair. "You think you’re a star? You’re a product, Leo. Products don't get dizzy. They perform. If you drop this stream, the contract says you owe the agency the 'reputation loss' fees. You’ll be in debt until you’re thirty." Leo! The fans want blood