“It finally happened.
Andrew Fairbanks knew that one day he would become famous. And that day—a quiet, sunny Tuesday in early August—had finally arrived.
With so many years of fitness videos on Instagram, he had already gained many followers, of course, but never anything like this. This was crazy.”
“Andrew Fairbanks was found dead: shot in the head, tied with rope from a yacht, and thrown into the water, bobbing like a buoy in the Atlantic. There wasn’t a soul on the boat, not a trace of another human presence, with the only exception being a leather duffel bag containing nearly a million dollars.”
“Even for one day, though, what an incredible phase that was! If Andrew Fairbanks were still alive, he would be looking for a full-time manager. Book me more gigs, protein bars, teeth whitening clinics, maybe launch my own vodka? Yes, even for one day, everyone wanted a piece of Andrew Fairbanks. Although, after the sharks were done with him, there wasn’t much left.”
