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Lit at seven o'clock. For a man who had chosen somewhere else to be. That had been the beginning. Not of the book. Not of the methodology. Not of the work. The beginning of the road. The long middle of which had produced everything that was now on the front page of the New York Times on a Sunday morning in November. Julian picked up his coffee. "The feature changes the reach," he said. "Yes," I said. "More women are going to find the book today than found it in the entire first month," he said.

A freshly published writer and a head editor. [Leal! I was waiting for you to call all day! I have big news!] She softly chuckled. “I’m sorry for not calling in earlier, I had to put Anna to sleep first.” That was a lie. She forgot she was supposed to call today. Looks like she’s gotten better at lying. “What is it you wanna tell me?” [It’s big news! Your first novel just became one of New York’s Bestsellers!] Leal’s eyes widened as her ears seemed to have deafened temporarily. I-It... what? She couldn’t believe it. It was too good to be true.

Summer arrived the way all things worth waiting for arrived without announcement, simply there one morning, the city warmer than it had been the day before, the light lasting longer, the particular quality of New York in June doing what it always did: becoming, briefly, the best possible version of itself. I had been writing for three months.

Damn one man couldn't get enough of it. Damien went out onto the porch with his cell phone to check his messages. The store where reading today wanted him to confirm he had made it to town, which he did. A message from his agent said that his new release, for the first time, had appeared on the list of The New York Times Fiction Best Sellers, at number twenty-five. The promotional efforts of American publisher had given results. A NYT bestselling author. What about this? This was definitely your lucky day.

Emma answered the call, still nestled against Jake's side on the couch. "Maya, this better be good, because your timing is" "Em, thank God you answered. Are you sitting down?" Emma felt a chill of premonition. "What's wrong?" "It's not wrong, it's incredible. *The New York Times* just called me. They want to do a feature story on your emotional authenticity breakthrough, and they're considering your manuscript for their fall literary fiction recommendations." Emma stared at Jake, seeing her own shock reflected in his expression.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to watch since he didn’t watch TV that often. **** Beverly was at The N.Y. offices catching up on her email. The N.Y. was a two-year-old news website that put out a hard copy magazine every month. Some people called it a gossip rag. Whatever it was The N.Y. was the most popular online site in New York. The N.Y. was popular for not holding punches and printing anything about anybody newsworthy. Beverly had just made full-time employment. The pay was better than being a temp all over the city, but she still had to watch her pennies. New York was not a cheap city to live in.