Third Person's Point of View

Megan sat at her desk, fingers skimming over files and notes in her cluttered office. The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting strips of light that seemed to dance across her workspace. It had been a whirlwind of days—sessions, updates on MindHaven, and the late-night musings that had started to anchor her thoughts more frequently than she'd admit. Those messages from a certain "QueenB_89" echoed in her mind, reminding her why this work was personal.

A notification pinged on her phone, dragging her attention from her reverie. She glanced at the screen: an email marked "URGENT" with the subject line, Exclusive Interview Invitation. Her eyebrows lifted as she opened it, scanning the details quickly. It was from The Spotlight, a show known for its thoughtful, in-depth conversations about breakthrough moments and influential figures. The host, renowned for her gentle yet probing questions, had requested Megan to appear alongside Ryan Cho, the lead developer of MindHaven. They wanted to discuss how the app was reshaping the landscape of mental health support.

Megan's pulse quickened. This was big. While she'd done interviews before, none on such a mainstream platform. And though Dr. Pete was a celebrated name, the world didn't know her face. This would be a chance for her to be seen—not as just an enigmatic voice, but as a force standing behind a project that had changed countless lives.

Her gaze dropped to a framed photo on her desk: her younger self, barely a college graduate, holding a book of psychology theories, eyes filled with ambition. It was a reminder of why she started. And while the app was revolutionary, she thought of the people it reached—like Beyoncé, who, without knowing her identity, had unknowingly become a reminder of her own mission.

With a steadying breath, Megan tapped out a response: I'd be honored to join.

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A few weeks later ...

The day of the interview arrived, buzzing with anticipation. Megan adjusted her blazer, smoothing the fabric nervously as she sat backstage with Ryan Cho, who was running over last-minute notes. The soft hum of the studio surrounded them: muffled voices of producers, the rustle of cue cards, and the distant music that introduced segments of The Spotlight. Megan felt her heartbeat accelerate as she caught glimpses of the stage set—a polished desk, warm lights, and the iconic backdrop of city skylines.

Behind the scenes, Megan sat in the green room, tapping her foot nervously as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her role in MindHaven was kept private, known only to the programmers and developers she worked with directly. Her interactions with users, though powerful, were something she carried alone, a secret part of herself that she never allowed to fully surface.

As she prepared to go on stage, she thought of Beyoncé—her one and only client through the app, the one person who had unknowingly changed the way Megan saw her work. Each of Beyoncé's late-night messages, her vulnerability, her resilience—it was all Megan could think about sometimes, and she often stayed up late, long after their chats had ended, wondering if she had done enough, if she had said the right things.

You're just one person, she reminded herself as she took a deep breath. But if you're there for her, if you can make her feel a little less alone, that's enough.

With that thought, Megan steadied herself, pushing aside her nerves as she walked out of the room, meeting Ryan in the corridors, ready to speak for the millions of people who relied on MindHaven, each one carrying a piece of her heart.

Ryan glanced over at her, offering a reassuring smile. "You ready for this, Dr. Pete?" His voice carried the slight jest that he often used when addressing her by her professional pseudonym.

Megan chuckled, though it felt strained. "Ready as I'll ever be," she said, taking a deep breath. The name "Dr. Pete" had become both a shield and a badge of honor. Today, she was stepping out from behind it, letting the world meet the mind behind the app.

A stagehand called them to take their seats, and within moments, Megan found herself under the bright, flattering lights, staring into the kind eyes of the host, a seasoned journalist whose reputation for empathy and insight preceded her. The audience hushed, their curious faces turned expectantly toward the two guests.

"Welcome, everyone," the host began with a practiced grace. "Today, we're diving into the story behind MindHaven, the app that's redefining mental health support with the help of AI. With us are Ryan Cho, the lead developer, and Dr. Pete, the therapist whose expertise has shaped the heart of this technology."

Applause filled the room. Megan's heart swelled as she caught Ryan's subtle nod of encouragement.

The host leaned in, her eyes keen with interest. "Dr. Pete, your voice and wisdom have comforted countless users, yet you've chosen to stay behind the scenes. Why step forward now?"Megan's gaze softened. "For years, anonymity allowed MindHaven to speak to users as an impartial, caring guide. But as we've evolved, we realized that people need to know there's a deeply human element behind it. This app isn't just lines of code; it's built on empathy, knowledge, and a true desire to help."

The host's brow lifted slightly. "And how does that work? MindHaven isn't a typical AI platform, is it?"

Ryan chimed in, a proud smile forming. "Exactly. Unlike other apps, MindHaven isn't just an automated chatbot. Thanks to Megan and a few other therapists' expertise, we were able to create an AI that understands up to 96 percent of human emotions and reactions. It's designed to react intuitively to users' needs, almost as if you're speaking to a real person."

Megan added, "It's a collaboration of human compassion and technological precision. While most users interact with our AI-based therapists, a select few cases—due to their complexity—are handled by human therapists like me. These cases remain strictly confidential, but they allow us to push the AI's capabilities even further."

The host's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "So, Dr. Pete, you've worked directly with users?"

Megan nodded, choosing her words carefully. "Only in special cases. The majority of MindHaven's work is powered by AI therapists, each programmed with diverse voices and approaches, ensuring that users feel heard in unique ways."

The conversation continued, drawing the audience into the layered dynamics of the app's creation. Megan spoke of the challenges in teaching empathy to algorithms, the nights spent perfecting responses that balanced warmth and professionalism, and the privilege of seeing firsthand how the app transformed lives.

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As the show moved to a commercial break, Beyoncé stayed motionless, her gaze still fixed on the screen. Something about Dr. Pete's voice—so familiar, so calming—struck a chord deep within her, sending an inexplicable shiver down her spine. She let her mind drift, piecing together memories like fragments in a puzzle.

But then, no, she shook her head, dismissing the idea. Dr. Pete herself had said that only a handful of users received direct human guidance. MindHaven had millions of users; the odds were too slim to entertain the thought.

Blue tugged at her sleeve, bringing her back to the present. "Mom, did you hear what she said? That MindHaven has real therapists for some people? That means it's more than just a robot."

Beyoncé glanced down at her daughter, the realization visible in Blue's bright eyes. A pang of guilt washed over her—Blue had no idea she'd been using MindHaven for months now. And yet, the app had been her lifeline, a place where she could speak openly without feeling judged, where she'd found comfort in those late-night chats.

"I did hear her, Blue," she replied gently, her fingers brushing Blue's hair in a reassuring gesture. "And you're right—it's incredible what they've done with this app."

Blue bit her lip, then turned to Beyoncé with a serious expression. "I think... I think you should try it. The app, I mean." Her words were clumsy but sincere, her concern clear. "Maybe Dr. Pete could help you too."

A soft smile touched Beyoncé's lips. She nodded, touched by her daughter's innocent suggestion and the care behind it. "Maybe," she said, her voice steady despite the well of emotion rising within her.

Yet as the screen flickered back to life and the interview resumed, Beyoncé's focus drifted again. There was something undeniably familiar in the way Dr. Pete's words flowed, her soothing cadence, the slight rasp in her voice. Why does she feel so familiar?

With each answer Dr. Pete gave, Beyoncé felt a renewed wave of gratitude and relief. This anonymous, invisible presence on the other side of the app had, in many ways, saved her. Dr. Pete's words had brought her back from the edge more times than she could count.

Maybe it's just coincidence, she told herself, shifting uncomfortably. But as Dr. Pete smiled on-screen, offering one final, heartfelt message about the importance of mental health, Beyoncé's fingers found themselves tapping idly at her phone. Her mind buzzed with questions, each whispering a possibility she couldn't quite bring herself to believe.

As the interview faded from the screen, Beyoncé sat still, the soft glow of the television casting shadows across the room. Blue nestled against her side, leaning into her mother's warmth, as if sensing that this was a moment that needed quiet and calm.

Beyoncé ran a hand gently over Blue's curls, her mind racing through all the times "Megan" had been there for her, offering a kind word, a gentle nudge, a reminder that she wasn't facing her struggles alone.

If only you knew how true those words were, Dr. Pete, Beyoncé thought, her eyes growing misty again. If only you knew how much they meant to me.

Blue looked up at her mother, studying her face with a quiet curiosity. "You okay, Mom?"

Beyoncé smiled softly, brushing her fingers along Blue's cheek. "Yeah, baby. I'm okay."

Blue relaxed against her, and for a moment, silence reigned. Beyoncé closed her eyes, letting her mind drift back to her late-night chats with "Megan." She couldn't deny that Dr. Pete's words had hit something deep within her, a reminder that maybe, just maybe, she could let herself be seen—not just by an anonymous app, but by the people who loved her, the ones she kept pushing away.

∞∞∞

After the interview, Beyoncé found herself idly scrolling through Twitter, and she quickly noticed that "Dr. Pete" was trending. People shared their thoughts, flooding the platform with stories of how MindHaven had helped them, how they felt seen and heard through the app's gentle guidance.

One post caught her eye: "Watching Dr. Pete speak tonight was like finally being understood. She gets it—she knows what it's like to feel lost, to need someone to tell you it's okay to ask for help."

Beyoncé's chest tightened as she read through the flood of similar comments. She felt a surge of admiration for Dr. Pete, mixed with a bittersweet envy. All these people were finding healing, opening up, sharing their pain. They were brave enough to bare themselves, to let others in.

She had done it too, she reminded herself—but only in the privacy of her phone screen, in messages she shared with an anonymous therapist whose identity she'd never really know. And yet... seeing these other people find the courage to open up gave her a strange sense of hope.

Maybe, she thought, clutching her phone tightly, maybe one day, I'll be brave enough to do the same.

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