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Then he stormed out of my office. ... The next day, I found several critical files deleted from my computer, and the Recycle Bin emptied. These were proposals for major clients, each one taking great chunks of my time and energy. Worse, one of them was the entry I'd prepared for the International Advertising Festival. That award meant a lot to me. I immediately went to the IT department for help in recovering the files. After checking, a technician told me the files had been deleted manually at around 11 PM the previous night.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

0 the most widely reviewed, the first book having the access to the general literary audience that subsequent books often lost. The literary press had reviewed The Inside Account across dozens of outlets. Major newspapers had devoted significant space to it. Don had been interviewed on the radio. That level of general literary attention had not returned for the subsequent books, and Don had not expected it to. The second book had been reviewed primarily in the outlets that had liked the first. The third book had been reviewed in a smaller set still. By the fourth book, the reviews were concentrated in the literary quarterlies and the persistent online venues where the dedicated readers gathe

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The compelling would be so strong, its not easy to resist' the text read. Kyra closed the book shut when she started to feel uneasy. She stood up so fast that the chair she was sitting on toppled over. She stumbled over one of the legs of the chair and fell back wards. Her arms flailing while she tried to stop the fall. She tried to grab the shelf, but accidentally grabbed a book that was placed in the corner at the middle row of that shelf. She saw the book moving out of the row, but got stuck. Her hand slipped and she couldn't stop her fall. She was expecting to fall on the floor, she did, but into the hole which was opened in the floor out of the blue.

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Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Rose walked in carrying some books and sat close to Jason. “Jason, I have a new book for you,” Rose said as she showed Jason the book. He turned to her for a brief moment and Rose smiled smugly when the boy stood up and walked to her. Her victory was short-lived when Jason took the book out of her hand and gave it to Ella. “Do you usually read to him?” Ella asked a fuming Rose.

“Dear Ms. Monroe, in light of the recent evidence regarding the source material of your last three novels and the allegations of fraudulent social climbing, we are halting all distribution effective immediately…” “What's going on?” I gasped, my voice sounding like that of a stranger. "Eli? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Zoey’s voice drifted over, the humor dying instantly. I couldn't speak. I opened my book’s page on a major retail site with hasty, trembling hands. The rating had plummeted. Thousands of one-star reviews were flooding in by the second. 'She used Elijah Banks to write her way into society. Wow! And I thought she was real.’

Tasha ran around the room reading the notes. "Just give it back." She finally managed to catch up and snatched it. "So? when are you going to upload that?" Her best friend asked. "Upload what? I'm not uploading it anywhere." "But why?" "Cause I'm very comfortable with my genre." "Why? What's bad with romance genre?" "I'm not good at it." "But I liked it." "Whatever! Let's forget about this one and focus on my current book, please? We're getting late." "Fine, but promise me that I'll get to read that when you complete it."