Part 2My Phone Made Me A Millionaire

Three days later, Jessica called.

"Stephanie, I need a favor."

I was in the middle of editing a video, my own voice playing back in my headphones as I meticulously smoothed out the audio.

"What is it?"

"My department is doing a new promotional video, and my boss put me in charge. You know how to do all that techy stuff, right? Just whip it up for me. Think of it as practice."

I stopped the mouse cursor mid-screen.

"Jess, I have work."

"What work? Posting videos? How busy can you possibly be?" She let out a small, dismissive laugh. "I won't make you do it for free, of course. I'll take you out to dinner when it's done."

In the background, I heard my mother's voice bleed through the phone. "Stephanie, what’s the big deal? Just help your sister. Her job is demanding. You’re just sitting around anyway."

I stared at the timeline on my screen.

I’d been editing this one four-minute video for four hours straight.

"Fine."

I hung up after the single word.

That evening, Jessica forwarded the assets.

It was a total mess: no script, no storyboard, and the camera work was shaky and poorly lit.

I reorganized, edited, color-corrected, added subtitles, and sourced royalty-free music.

It took me two days.

I sent the final cut. Her reply: "Got it."

No 'thank you.' No 'great job.' Nothing.

Late that night, I opened my dashboard.

Followers: 3,847,521.

The comment section was buzzing: "Where’s Stephanie? Missing my dose of wisdom." "Waiting for Stephanie, can’t sleep." "Take care of yourself, Queen. No rush."

I stared at the screen for a long time.

Three million people were waiting for me. My family thought I was "sitting around."

I offered a dry smile, changed the project's status to "URGENT," and kept working.