All Chapters of I Accidentally fell Into My Own Book. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

I blinked, taking a step back. The power cord was still plugged into the surge protector on the floor, the black wire trailing up onto the bare wood finish, but the computer itself was completely gone."What?" I muttered, dropping to my knees to check under my main character’s desk. Nothing except a stray dust bunny and an old receipts pile. I tore through my tote bag, flipped the couch cushions, and even opened the kitchen cabinets in a sudden wave of mild panic.It was gone. Vanished into thin air.I sat back on my heels in the middle of the rug, running a hand through my hair. The realization hit me with the cold, heavy weight of a bad plot device: the narrative engine wasn't just enforcing scenes; it was patching exploits. It had swallowed my manuscript whole so I couldn't just sit here and read ahead ."Unbelievable," I said, shaking my head. "That is so cheap."Fine. If the universe was going to steal my digital draft, I would just have to rely on my brain.I grabbed a yellow le

A slow, vicious smile spread across my face. I reached into my handbag, pulled out a thick, stapled document from Aura Travel, it was just a list of new destination places for traveling but he didn't need to know that shit. I slapped it right onto the white tablecloth between my steak plate and his water glass. I pulled a red ballpoint pen from my pocket and clicked it loudly.Cyrus stared at the paper, his knife hovering mid-air. "What is that?""This is the official Aura Travel Corporate Dietary, Liability, and Expense Waiver," I announced loudly, tapping the top page with my pen. "You ordered this meal for me without consulting my medical records, client. That creates a massive liability overlap for my agency."Cyrus blinked, his cold facade cracking for a split second. "It's a steak.""It's a rare protein drizzled in an unidentified fungal reduction " I corrected, flipping to page two with an aggressive paper tear sound. "Do you have the origin certificate for these truffles? Are

I marched my ass back to the room and grabbed my phone out of the bag and opened a food delivery app. I scrolled straight past the organic salad places and clicked on the dirtiest, greasiest, most gloriously unhealthy diner five blocks away.Twenty minutes later, the intercom buzzed. I practically sprinted to the foyer, signed for the order, and marched back into the kitchen carrying a giant, greasy brown paper bag that smelled overwhelmingly of fried onions, melted cheddar, and bacon.I flopped down onto one of his high-end leather barstools, pulled out a double bacon cheeseburger, a massive tub of loaded chili-cheese fries, and a large chocolate milkshake, and spread them out across his spotless island.I took a giant, glorious bite of the cheeseburger. Pure, unadulterated bliss.Right on cue, the kitchen door opened and he walked back in, holding a stack of reports. He froze in his tracks the second the thick, heavy scent of diner grease hit his nose.He stared at the island, he s

Lana was at her desk, holding a cup of coffee. The second she saw my face, her eyes went wide."Whoa," Lana said, sitting up straight. "What happened to you? You look like you just fought a bear in a beige suit.""Close," I said, flopping into my chair and dropping my head onto my arms with a loud thud. "Yasmin Colt showed up, You know her Lan, you mocked her once."Lana gasped, nearly dropping her coffee. "Mr. Monopoly's ex? The snob with the vocal fry? Oh my god, did she try you?" she asked."She called my outfit unprofessional and treated me like a temp maid," I groaned into my elbows. "So I screamed at her, called her a walking hotel couch, and smashed a two-thousand-dollar crystal juice carafe at her feet."Lana stared at me for three full seconds before letting out a loud, hysterical laugh, clapping her hands together. "Erin You absolute legend Did her designer shoes get ruined?""Yea they got covered in cranberry juice," I said. "The problem is, Crest thinks I did it because