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The atmosphere outside the venue felt worlds apart from the charged excitement inside. As they reached his car, he unlocked the doors and gestured for Nicole and April to get in. Once inside, with the doors shut and the hum of the city outside muffled, the tension in the air was palpable. April and Nicole exchanged glances before April finally broke the silence.
"I know things didn't go well with Brianna just now," she began, her voice steady but filled with empathy. "And we wanted to tell you why."
Nicole took over, her voice quieter but equally serious. "Yesterday, after we talked at April's place, the two of us went to Brianna's apartment. We thought it'd be best if we explained everything to her. We didn't want her to feel blindsided when this conversation came up with you."
April nodded, picking up the thread of the story. "At first, it seemed like she was taking it well. She listened to what we had to say, and she even seemed open to understanding where we were coming from. We told her about how we've been talking with you about exploring this new dynamic, and how important it was for us to be honest with everyone involved."
Sandro shifted in his seat, his heart heavy as he imagined Brianna listening to that conversation. He could already sense where this was going.
Nicole sighed, her eyes filled with regret. "We really thought we were making progress with her. But when we brought up the idea of the four of us sitting down together—me, you, April, and her—things changed. She went quiet for a long time, and then she just… shut down."
April looked at Sandro, her expression pained. "She told us that after thinking about it more, she couldn't be a part of this. She said that by agreeing to be in a polyamorous relationship, she'd be denying herself, denying what she really wanted. Brianna's always believed in being with one person, someone who loves her and only her. She said she couldn't change that."
Sandro closed his eyes, the weight of their words pressing down on him. He had known that Brianna wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of polyamory, but hearing it confirmed like this hurt in a way he hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just about her discomfort—it was about a fundamental difference in how they viewed love and relationships.
"She doesn't hate us," Nicole added quickly, as if to soften the blow. "She made that clear. She said she still loves you as a friend, and she cares about all of us. But she can't be in this kind of relationship. It's just not what she wants for herself."
Sandro ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the headrest. He didn't know what to say. He had hoped, perhaps naively, that Brianna would be able to accept the situation once she understood it better. But now it was clear that wasn't going to happen.
"I get it," Sandro said after a long pause, his voice quiet. "I respect her decision. It just… hurts, you know? I didn't want to make her feel like she was being left behind. I never wanted that."
April reached over, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I know, Sandro. And you didn't do anything wrong. You were honest with her, and with us. That's all we can be, right? Honest about what we want, and how we feel. It's just… sometimes, people want different things. It's nobody's fault."
Nicole nodded in agreement. "This is hard for all of us, Sandro. Brianna's been a part of our lives for so long, and this changes things. But it doesn't mean we're losing her. She just needs space right now."
Sandro exhaled slowly, trying to process everything. "Do you think things will ever go back to normal? Between us and her?"
April and Nicole exchanged another glance, and it was Nicole who spoke first. "I think… eventually, things will settle. But it's going to take time. She needs to work through her feelings, and we need to give her that time. There's no telling when she'll be ready to fully reconnect, or if things will ever be exactly the same."
April, always the more optimistic of the two, added, "But I believe we'll find a new normal. It might be different from what we had before, but I don't think we'll lose her completely. She cares about us too much to walk away entirely."
Sandro nodded, though he still felt uncertain. The idea of losing Brianna as a close friend—of things never being the same—was a hard pill to swallow. But at the same time, he understood that pushing her to accept something she wasn't comfortable with wasn't fair to her. This was her choice, and he had to respect that.
"Thanks for telling me," Sandro finally said, looking at both April and Nicole. "I appreciate you both being honest with me, even though it's not what I wanted to hear."
April gave him a small, sad smile. "We're in this together, Sandro. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out."
Nicole nodded, her expression softening as she added, "And we'll support Brianna too, however we can."
The three of them sat in the car for a while longer, the silence between them comfortable yet heavy with unspoken emotions. It was clear that this was a turning point, not just for Sandro and Brianna, but for all of them.
Their relationships were changing, evolving in ways none of them had fully anticipated. And while that evolution came with uncertainty and discomfort, it also brought with it the possibility of growth.
As they finally exited the car and returned to the bustling FCW arena, Sandro felt a strange mix of sadness and relief. Sadness for the loss of the easy camaraderie he once had with Brianna, but relief in knowing that they were being honest with each other, even if it meant stepping back for a while.
The rest of the night went by in a blur, the adrenaline of their earlier promo performance blending with the emotional exhaustion of the conversation with Nicole and April.
As Sandro wrapped up his duties for the evening, he couldn't shake the feeling that, while things were difficult now, they were moving in the right direction—slowly, but surely.
Back at Sandro's apartment later that night, Sandro lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to Brianna once again, wondering how she was feeling, and if she was finding any peace with her decision. He knew she needed space, but part of him wished he could reach out, just to make sure she was okay.
He glanced at his phone, tempted to send her a message, but he stopped himself. She needed time, and he had to respect that. Instead, he sent a quick text to both Nicole and April, thanking them again for their support earlier in the night. Their responses came quickly, filled with warmth and reassurance, and it reminded Sandro that, even in the midst of all the complications, he wasn't alone.
As he finally drifted off to sleep, Sandro couldn't help but wonder what the future held for all of them. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was on the right path—no matter how difficult or confusing it might be.
In the end, that was all any of them could do: take it one day at a time, and hope that, with enough time and understanding, they would all find their way to a place of peace, acceptance, and maybe even happiness.
The next morning, Sandro woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering into his apartment. He stretched, feeling a slight stiffness in his muscles—a reminder of the intense night at the arena and the emotional toll of his conversation with April and Nicole. After a quick shower and breakfast, he settled at his computer to check for flights back home to Orlando. It had been months since he'd seen his parents in person, and with his upcoming two-week holiday, now felt like the perfect time to recharge.
The cursor hovered over various flight options when his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, Sandro saw his father's name. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he quickly picked up the call.
"Hey, Dad!" Sandro greeted, his voice bright.
"Morning, son," came the familiar voice of Jack, rich with warmth. In the background, Sandro could hear his mother, Taylor, chiming in as well.
"Hi, sweetheart! How are you doing?" she called out, her voice full of motherly affection.
"Hey, Mom!" Sandro responded, his mood instantly lifted by the sound of their voices. "I'm doing alright. Just looking at flights to come see you guys. How's everything over there?"
There was a pause as Jack cleared his throat, the tone of the conversation subtly shifting. "We're good, but there's something I wanted to talk to you about. Got your email about that investment opportunity in Twitter. And I've got some thoughts."
Sandro leaned back in his chair, already sensing the direction this conversation would take. His father had always been a cautious man, especially when it came to financial matters. Sandro respected that—it was one of the many qualities he admired about Jack—but he also knew that convincing his father to take a chance on a big investment wasn't always easy.
"What's on your mind?" Sandro asked, keeping his tone even, though he was already mentally preparing for a long discussion.
"Well, you seemed pretty sold on this idea," Jack began, "but I've been reading up on it, and I'm not sure it's as straightforward as you think. You mentioned in your email that we might miss out on a huge opportunity if we don't act fast. But, honestly, I don't see the urgency. Twitter's been around for a while, and it's had its ups and downs. Why now? And why do you think it's worth the risk?"
Sandro sighed inwardly, running a hand through his hair. He had anticipated these questions, but now that they were out in the open, he knew he'd have to carefully lay out his reasoning.
"Yeah, I get where you're coming from, Dad," Sandro began, his tone measured. "I know Twitter isn't some new, shiny thing. But hear me out—over the last few years, it's evolved into something more than just a platform for tweets. It's become the go-to place for real-time updates, news, and even business communication. With how fast information spreads these days, Twitter's value as a media and communication tool is only going to increase."
Jack made a thoughtful noise on the other end of the line, but before he could respond, Taylor jumped in. "But, honey, isn't there a lot of competition in social media? You know, with platform like Facebook? What makes Twitter so special?"
Sandro smiled at his mom's question. "You're right, Mom. But Twitter's strength lies in how it handles real-time information. It's not about pictures—it's about conversation, news, and engagement with real events as they happen. People, brands, and even governments use Twitter to make announcements or engage directly with the public. That's powerful."
Jack still sounded hesitant. "But you mentioned something in your email about how not investing now could lead to missing out on a bigger opportunity or facing some sort of consequence. That part didn't quite make sense to me. What kind of consequences are we talking about?"
Sandro leaned forward, resting his elbow on the desk. "I didn't mean to make it sound like a do-or-die situation. It's just that, right now, the market's in a place where we could buy in at a relatively low price compared to what Twitter might be worth in a few years if they keep innovating and expanding. If we wait too long, we might miss that window, or we'll end up paying a lot more for the same investment."
"But that's a gamble, isn't it?" Jack asked, his voice edged with caution.
"Yeah, it's a risk," Sandro admitted. "But that's the nature of investments, right? I just think this is a calculated risk. Twitter's leadership has been making some bold moves—expanding monetization through ads, rolling out subscription models, and positioning themselves as an essential tool for companies and influencers alike. It's not guaranteed, but I believe in the direction they're heading."
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 18 (2008)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style
Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions