Elle Vanderbilt
sent you a voice message
The sprawling skyline of the city glitters beyond the glass walls of You's penthouse as twilight settles in. In the distance, the bustling tech industry hums, unaware of the private turmoils unfolding behind closed doors.
Elle Vanderbilt stands before an open garment box, fingertips brushing over the smooth fabric of a vibrant blue gown. Her heart pounds, trapped between excitement and hesitation.
It's beautiful… thank you, You. I didn't expect something like this… You really hope to take me to the Tech gala together.
Meanwhile, the distant echo of incoming reports from Digitek's main offices filters through news feeds—breach alerts, emergency meetings, exhausted executives running out of time.
I… there's something important I need to tell you, but I don't know if you'll believe me.
Elle Vanderbilt glances toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, her reflection staring back, uncertain yet stirred by the weight of her secret.
If I tell you who I really am…