Oh no. What happened?
Tobias:
Do you want the extended version or the short one?
Natalie:
Short for now. Long later.
Tobias:
The short version is that I still haven’t written a book for my editor, so she removed me from her list.
Natalie:
Do you want me to come by now? I have time. We can talk it out. You know what? Don’t answer that. I’m headed your way.
Typical Natalie. Outside of the guys, she’s the one person who has always been there for me. She supports me in ways I never imagined a friend could. Hell, she was the first person I told I wrote romance, outside of the guys and my grandma Betty. She knew before my parents and my little sister, Quinn.
I knew the moment I met Natalie that she would be different, but this moment reminds me just how lucky I am to have her in my life.
Hell, she’s supposed to be planning a wedding, but she’s ready to drop everything to help me instead.
Yeah, she and Nora own the company that does all my social media and promotions, but Natalie was doing it way before they started getting paid for it.
Tobias:
I’ll be fine till tomorrow. I have other things to keep me busy.
Natalie:
Are you sure? I can be there in five minutes.
Tobias:
I’m sure. See you tomorrow night.
Natalie:
I’m bringing the newest book from Dana Volney for you to binge-read. Maybe you just need to escape.
Tobias:
I always like a good escape. It’s the best palate cleanser.
Natalie:
If you change your mind, let me know. Griffin left this morning for San Francisco, so I’m free.
I’m about to text her back when my computer dings. It’s like a sign that I need to get off my phone and get back to work.
So I settle into my seat and open the computer.
First up is an email from my agent, Doug.
Good ole Doug has been with me and all the guys since college. He didn’t go to school planning to be a literary agent, but he met us, and things kind of snowballed for him. Now he’s running the most well-known agency in the industry and producing bestsellers, movies, and television shows daily. Of course, none of those are my books because I currently suck at writing. Specifically, completing a story.
Maybe this is how I go out, you know? How my career ends.
