Have fun. Oh, it will be fun. Travis RSVPd. Who is Travis? Nobody.
Why fun? Smiled. You will see. So sure. Now Chelsea gone.
Travis legendary Derek villain viral story opens phone. Screen brightness hurts. Instagram 50 posts tonight all featuring Travis. Derek as punchline. Twitter thread building thread.
Tech CEO flies reunion helicopter after bullies invited mock failure. Scrolls 48 tweets. Tweet 12. Organizer invited as joke. Betting pool.
Backfired spectacularly. Top reply. Imagine being that organizer. 2,000 Likes. Keep scrolling.
Hate reading. Guy who peaks high school energy. Nepotism baby. Tried clowning someone. Earned success.
Derek Anderson. LinkedIn right there. Want to see pathetic. Someone found LinkedIn. Screenshots.
Comments. Brutal. VP. Dad's company. Never left hometown.
Makes 85k flexing on someone worth 180. Deletes apps. Goes dark. Damage permanent. Screenshots exist.
Internet never forgets. Text thread. Chelsea. Last message. Love you.
See you tonight. Types I am sorry. Deletes. Types. Can we talk?
Deletes. Types I love you. Sends three dots. Then stop. No response.
Throws phone. Bathroom. Mirror. Same face. Different person.
Exposed. diminished. Realization waves did not peak, plateaued, coasted 10 years while others climbed mountains. Travis climbed Everest. I'm still starting hill. Google Travis Taylor net worth 40 to 60 million.
Google Derek Anderson. Father's company everywhere. Derek's name nowhere. Invisible like Travis was karma's circle. Phone buzzes.
Brad, you good? Does not respond. Jason, Chelsea still here. Come back. Does not respond.
Father, call me. turns phone off. Four bedrooms, zero people. What do I do now? No answer. Not tonight.
Meanwhile, reunion continues. 9:30. Travis to Jordan. Should head back. Get what came for.
Yeah. Closure. Something like that. One more photo. Helicopter returned.
Parked lawn beautifully lit. Group forms. 15 People. Travis, Jordan, Mr. Harrison, Sarah, Brad, Jason, Chelsea, Emily, others.