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When the call ended, he finally spoke. “They can’t publish through your account now,” he said. “Not easily,” counsel corrected. “No,” Luca agreed. “But they’ll try a different door.” My phone buzzed in my pocket, as if to prove him right. Noah. Text, not a call. Ari, someone just sent me a password reset code. For GoodNovel. My blood went cold. Legal’s eyes snapped to mine. “Tell him not to share it.” “He didn’t,” I said, already typing.

At least the old cell phone was still there, Rose didn't have to worry about anything about it. . . . Now goodnovel has a new feature. I'm wondering who will be the first to give me a gift, but gems are enough tho. Don't forget to support me to keep me updated. Love yall ....

But right now, there was someone else I wanted to speak with. I'd already woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Bad hair, bad breath, spilled protein shake on my shirt. And Callan had been relentless the last couple of weeks. I'd become very familiar with the green Post-It notes and Callan's scrawling, bright red handwriting. Perhaps it was the irritation already flowing through my system, but today the green sticky note really set my blood to a boil. I kept my composure, however, and swiped up the papers and headed up to Callan's office.

I joked, letting my arm loosen around her waist. Her eyes snapped open, her pupils shrinking instantly because of the light. She seemed a little bewildered. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” she chuckled, stepping back and dropping her eyes to the floor. “I’ll go get that jacket.” I nodded and reached into my inside pocket, pulling out the gift I’d bought for her in my lunch hour today. It was the book that we were talking about on the phone last night. “I didn’t want to get you flowers again because I thought that was a little cheesy, so I got you this instead. You said last night that you wanted to read it,” I held it out to her and shrugged casually.