Chapter 65 - the three reporters
Late into the night, the three journalists were wholly absorbed, their faces lit by the pale glow of their screens. Their fingers flew over the keyboards in a swift rhythm, the sound of clattering keys filling the air as they monitored the sudden increase in views and post interactions.
Every click and scroll brought them closer to their deadline, and vivid graphs sprang to life on the monitors, casting lively shadows upon their faces. The room was alive with a mix of excitement and anxiety, evident in their wide eyes and curved smiles.
"Look at this," Mark, the senior reporter, muttered, not lifting his eyes from the screen. "Our engagement has tripled in the last hour."