They found a spot in the corner beneath a glowing digital poster of a trending video. The hours crawled by as they sat, scrolled, and occasionally brainstormed more ideas.
Victor's stolen video, now reuploaded on the fake channel, had soared past 10 million views.
The imposter had uploaded a fresh video, tearfully pleading with viewers to donate to a QFundMe, claiming his family was suffering from a rare illness. Thousands of donations were pouring in.
Jake seethed. "He's milking your fame for sympathy money!"
They tried filing more reports on their devices, but the system only auto-responded. Danny kept muttering curses, and Max's groaned each time the view count ticked higher.
"We should have brought snacks," Max muttered after the third hour.
Three hours soon turned into six. The seats were hard, the wait torturous.
The digital board displaying the queue tag numbers was taking ages to move.
Finally, a robotic voice called out that the office would be closing for the day.
