Chapter 148: A Day in the life of Zoey
Chloe Knight had just gotten off the call with David Jones, tossing her phone aside as she leaned back on her chair. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, lazily roamed around the room, a satisfied smirk creeping onto her face. If one were to step into this space, they would think they had entered a gamer’s dream—because that’s exactly what it was.
The walls were lined with neon LED strips, casting a soft, colorful glow across the room. At the heart of it all sat an expansive triple-monitor setup, each screen boasting the latest high refresh rate technology, ensuring every frame of her games ran buttery smooth. Below them, a beast of a gaming PC, its transparent side panel revealing a maze of RGB-lit components humming with power.
To the left, a custom-built shelving unit held an impressive collection of gaming consoles—PlayStation, Xbox, Nintendo Switch, and even a few vintage classics for when she felt nostalgic. Each had its own designated spot, complete with charging docks and a tangled mess of controllers sprawled over the surface like battle-hardened warriors resting after a long campaign.
On the right, an ergonomic gaming chair—one of those ridiculously expensive ones that looked more like a luxury car seat than a piece of furniture—stood as her throne. She had spent countless hours glued to it, perfecting her skills, and if chairs had memories, this one would carry tales of glorious victories and soul-crushing defeats.
Even with all this, Chloe still didn’t consider this her real room. No, this was just a temporary setup at her brother’s place. Her actual room in London was ten times bigger, a true palace of gaming decadence. But thanks to the pandemic, she had been stuck here longer than expected, forcing her to order all of this equipment to survive.
Jason Knight, her twin brother and a young footballer, had been kind enough to let her stay. Well, kind was a stretch—he had no choice. And truthfully, she was pretty sure he regretted it every single day.
Chloe rubbed her eyes, her fingers tangling in her already messy hair. She had pulled an all-nighter, practicing for an upcoming tournament, and now she was paying the price. Every limb felt like lead, her thoughts moved sluggishly, and if exhaustion had a face, she was wearing it.
Dragging herself out of bed in her oversized pajama shirt and fluffy socks, she shuffled toward the kitchen. A cup of warm milk before crashing into bed sounded heavenly.
As she reached the kitchen and began pouring herself a drink, she heard frantic footsteps thudding against the floor. Then, a loud thud followed by a groan.
Chloe, unfazed, turned her head just in time to see Jason sprawled out on the floor, one shoe half-on, the other still untied. He was scrambling like a man possessed, moving with the speed of someone trying to outrun a life-altering mistake.
She raised a tired eyebrow. "What exactly are you doing?" she asked, her voice thick with exhaustion, the dark circles under her eyes making her look half-dead.