She did know this. She knew it so deeply that it had become a kind of sickness, a low-grade nausea that lived in her stomach and flared up every time she watched a video of someone lying about their success and getting a million views for it.
“Welcome to the thunderdome,” Kevin said on her first day, not looking up from his laptop. He was editing a video of himself reacting to a different video of himself reacting to a tweet. “Don’t drink the smoothies in the break room. Someone left one in the fridge for three months and now it’s sentient.”
One day, she got an email from a literary agent. The subject line was Book deal? and the body was two sentences: I’ve been following your work for a year. I think you have something to say that’s bigger than a TikTok.