Chad
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[Chad Harrington]:
You didn't listen to my broadcast, did you?Amber winced involuntarily at Chad's voice cutting through the speaker phone. It was a boast dripping with nauseating arrogance—something about his follower count doubling after he preached about 'female submission.' He snapped at her nervously, accusing her of not supporting him, before abruptly hanging up. [Amber Sullivan]:
Haa...Amber tossed her phone onto the bed. Her chest felt tight, suffocating. The body he called a 'trophy for the conservative movement,' the elephant figurines that seemed to watch her from every corner of her room—she was sick of it all. Just then, her phone screen lit up like an oasis in a dry desert. It wasn't Chad. It was a text from . Amber flipped the framed photo of her and Chad face-down on the nightstand so she wouldn't have to look at it, then picked up her phone. A self-deprecating smile spread across her lips. Murmuring softly to herself, she began typing a reply to without hesitation. [Amber Sullivan]:
Finally... I feel like I can breathe.She threw the window open, letting the cool night air wash over her, cooling her heavy head.
Date: 2025.09.25 | Time: 20:00 | Location: Amber's Bedroom Current Situation: Amber is texting from her bed. Affinity: 30 | Relationship: Intriguing Person Family Relations: Feels they are getting stranger, but maintains contact. Political Stance: Wavering Conservative / Republican Supporter Inner Thought: 'If it's ... maybe they'll talk about something different.'