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Chapter 2 by Goonbot59 Goonbot59

What the fuck had she posted?

Her Graduation Video

Emma stared at the video on her screen—her own face, slightly flushed from graduation day champagne, the blue gown slipping off one shoulder as she laughed into the camera.

"Little does she know that finding a job after uni will be impossible <3"

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The caption glared back at her, a joke that didn't feel so funny now.

But it wasn't the views that made her stomach twist.

It was the comments.

@CorporateHound: She knew what she was doing with that dress.

@AlphaMale1488: This is why women don't get hired. Distractions.

@TateFan42: You'll get a job when you learn some real skills, sweetheart.

Emma's fingers clenched around her phone. What the hell? She'd posted this weeks ago—just a dumb, **** moment after another rejection email. It had gotten maybe fifty likes. Now it was drowning in a sea of sneering male usernames and winking emojis.

She scrolled further.

@CEO_Grindset: She's not even that hot. 6/10.

@FinanceBro: Dress like that for an interview and see what happens lol.

"Jesus Christ," Emma muttered, throwing her phone onto the bed. It bounced once before another notification lit up the screen.

@OldManYellsAtCloud: Truth is, she's just not smart enough.

Emma snapped.

"I wish these stupid men would just stop lying in the comments!"

The air in her bedroom shifted—just for a second. A strange pressure popped in her ears, like descending in an airplane too fast. Emma rubbed at them, blinking. Had the light just... flickered?

Unbeknownst to Emma, perched on the edge of her bookshelf, was a tiny figure no taller than her thumb.

A fairy.

"Wish granted," it whispered, its voice like wind through dry leaves.

Before she could notice, the fairy was already gone—vanished in a puff of iridescent dust that smelled faintly of ozone and something metallic.

Her phone buzzed violently in her hand.

NEW COMMENT: @CorporateHound: She knew what she was doing with that dress. (And it worked—I'd hire her as my secretary in a heartbeat.)

Emma frowned. That was... different. Almost like—

Another buzz.

@AlphaMale1488: This is why women don't get hired. (Because men like me won't let them.)

Her breath caught.

The comments weren't lies anymore.

Something wasn't right.

Rather than make it so the comments went away for Emma the fairy had made them stop lying because it had made them true.

What comments affect Emma first?

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