Meanwhile

While Cherie is lost in her voyeuristic appraisal downstairs, you leave her and float upstairs. Tyler is finishing his work in the dim light of Alexis’s room. He hits the final EXECUTE command on the what he's calling the Lieutenant Suite.

“Done,” Tyler whispers.

As he closes the laptop, you don't just congratulate him; you plant a seed. You nudge his thoughts toward the EliteVisions dashboard and Chloe's profile. If he can talk to her as an anonymous fan, he can offer her suggestions that he couldn't make as her brother.

Tyler’s eyes glaze for a second as the idea takes hold. He pulls out his phone. He doesn't go to a social media app; he goes to the site. With a few deft taps, he creates the account: Shadow_Patron. He navigates to Chloe’s page. He sees the "Ghost-Chic" photos from the attic—the ones he helped capture.

He feels a surge of dark, protective pride. He isn't going to be a "creepy perv." He’s going to be her Patron. He makes his first "Deposit"—a significant sum that will flag him as a "Top Tier" supporter.

Mack is right. If I’m the one optimizing her site, I should be the one defining her brand. I’ll be the voice in her ear that she trusts. When I tell her the fans want to see her and Jessica together, she won't feel like a slut... she'll feel like a success. I wont just be watching the show anymore. I’ll be the producer.

He hears the laughter from the kitchen moving toward the stairs. Chloe and Jessica are leading Jason up to the bedroom.