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"Pre-Christmas sales will begin early." The presale was scheduled to launch in three days. The chairman, Oliver Grant, treated it as a major initiative and held a company-wide meeting to emphasize the need for even greater success. He publicly commended the sales division for securing the previous orders and promised that if the presale hit 30 million dollars, everyone's year-end bonus would double.

“You were brilliant in there.” She smirked. “They don’t scare me anymore.” “They should be scared of you,” he whispered in her ear. “Because they have no idea the storm we’re about to unleash.” She squeezed his hand, their alliance solidified in the fire of that boardroom. Tonight, they would show the world that the Sinclair empire would rise again, and this time, they would do it together. The red carpet outside the Dominion Theatre was a blazing river of lights, cameras, and hungry press. Tonight wasn’t just another premiere, it was a battlefield dressed in glamour.

Carson Yorked nodded. “Anyway, please be careful. We don’t want unexpected things to happen, do we? “Better to be safe than sorry. If you need any help, any at all, call me. We will always have your back.” “I will.” Tyr Summers concurred with Carson and swiftly shifted the conversation as he did not want to sour New Years’ joy and festivity. “A movie invested by Autumn Field Group will be released on the tenth day of New Years’. Before that, a premiere will be held. Aunt Quelch and Connie should come to the premiere, which will be held in Strego City too!

Declan smiled as he watched Mason and Lisa celebrate her book launch. The function room in his hotel had been decked out with crime scene tape and the chalk outlines of dead bodies on the floor. Six-foot posters of the book cover were plastered around the room and the space was filled with people milling around, eager to get a signed copy. It was the first time the reclusive A.A. Abernathy had ever attended a book signing and people were lined up out the door, eager to get a glimpse of their favorite author.

our little warrior insists, trying not to cry. As I tend to the scrape, Alex shows a letter that arrived. "The independent publisher from Seattle," he explains. "They want to publish your next book. No strings, no conditions." "NEW NORMAL: How the Publishing Market Rebuilds Post-Morrison" • Publishing Insights "Claire Bennett Launches Foundation in Her Sister’s Name: 'For Freedom of Expression'" • Culture Weekly Six Months Later The house is full for the twins’ birthday. Seven years—sometimes I can hardly believe it. Claire brings a huge cake, decorated with dinosaurs and books.

"Mu Yei, there's no need to be jealous. Although my cousin is handsome, I already have a boyfriend. And truly? He is too good for me to think about anyone else!" "Hmph! I wonder if he knows how many you slept with before meeting him." "I slept with many. So what? Are you saying you're still a virgin?" "Girls, girls. Please calm down. Let's not get too excited." Sensing the direction the conversation was heading, Qing Yue's eyes widened in fear and anxiously tried to stir the conversation elsewhere. "Let's talk about the new sale launch. I heard YueTian's Group promotion sale will provide 30 percent discount to the first hundred customers. Is anyone interested in coming along?"

*** AN: THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A FIGHT SCENE, SEMI GORE. On July 09, 2022 will be my second anniversary as a w*****d writer and I will be doing a give away here of the loving the STRIPPER book. Anyone is allowed to join as long as you are able to shoulder the shipping fees..😅🥴🥴

7 "Sir?"Maggie began, unsure if she should have spoken. "Hmmm,"Storm hummed under his breath, in a way he felt annoyed but since he knew Maggie always had relevant information for him, he didn't stop her. Relaxing back to the seat, Maggie said with her head turned to Storm, "Miss Danielle called,she wants you to be in attendance for her birthday party on Friday." Storm flapped his lashes but refused to open his eyes then said, "no, am not going."

“Mr. Iceberg, huh? Be careful Kate. Icebergs sink ships.” She gulped. Avan strode forward and dropped a black folder onto the kitchen counter with a hard slap. The sound made her fret. “What’s this?” “Your invitation.” She opened it stealthily. “The Onyx Gala! When does it hold?” She said eyes gleaming bright. “Everything you need to know is inside there.” He responded flatly as he walked out. Moments later, they were seated at the dining table.

The shorter of the women stared rather intently at Brad, and he knew what was coming even before she said, “Hey, aren’t you that writer guy?” Still wearing his barker hat, Bias picked up the book he’d been reading, which happened to be Brad’s latest release, Disappearing Act. Bias liked to joke that he was Brad’s publicist/manager/all-around guru, and he launched into his spiel. “That’s right, ladies, this is the one and only Bradley Storm. Internationally bestselling author whose newest is in stores now. In fact, if you’ll be around this Saturday, he’s doing a reading and book signing at E. Shaver just off Madison Square.”