"Shhhh!" Zoe aggressively shushed him, waving her free hand frantically in the air. "Keep your voice down! You're going to wake them up!"
Wren ignored her waving hand, grabbing her wrist to hold the phone steady.
He analyzed the dashboard. "Four hundred thousand credits?" He looked up from the screen with his blue eyes boring into her skull. "Just from selling feet?"
Zoe nodded, a mix of pride and lingering embarrassment fighting for dominance on her features.
"Yes. I swear to God… This is a shit-ton of money…"
Wren let go of her wrist, shaking his head.
"That makes no sense… The internet is flooded with free content… Nobody hits four hundred paying subscribers overnight or even some time with zero marketing."
Zoe rubbed the back of her neck, looking genuinely perplexed.
