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Third Person’s P.O.V (Somewhere not so near) “I am telling you this will be a success.” Guillotine said as he closed his laptop shut and he turned towards Maurice his assistant and content editor. “We should be grateful that the reviews are coming back positively tonight.” Maurice answered with a small sigh. “To be honest with you, you are such a terrible writer.” “Oh, no Maurice, don’t do this to me.” He chuckled as he reeled himself in his chair. “Writing is the only thing I know how to do.”

“That’s rare around here. Everyone else just writes checks.” Adrian laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.” They stepped away from the crowd slightly, finding a quiet pocket near a window that looked over the garden. Eli leaned casually against the wall, swirling his wine. “So, what do you write?” “Articles mostly,” Adrian said, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Some short stories. Nothing glamorous. Magazines, online journals. You wouldn’t know any of them.” “Try me.” Adrian smiled, surprised by the interest. “I like peace and Quiet. Most of my stories are about small things. A town nobody’s heard of. A man who grows trees in his kitchen. Real stuff.”

His face crumbled into a hard frown and with a bit of hesitation, he said, “Thanks, man…Hey Jeff, I was wondering if you'd know a couple of ghostwriters. Very good ones that follow strict NDA Contracts.” There was silence for a second as Jeff processed the words and Wesley held his breath in anticipation. With a chuckle, Jeff asked “What the hell do you need a ghostwriter for? You're like the king of writing.” Immediately, Wesley answered. “Not me.” he faked a laugh “It's for an associate of mine. He asked me to ghostwrite a good book for him but I've been quite occupied with my work. I'm trying to help a friend.” Before Jeff could respond, he added “But you know what, let's talk about this

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“You know I love writing and I express whatever it is I have to say better in writing, it will interest you to know that because I was so nervous to talk to you today, I actually wrote another letter do you want to hear?” “Yeah sure but not now, when we get to wherever it is your driving me to” “Oh okay sure, so heads up I'm going to tell you how I feel about you. It's all written in the note and if you like it I will still plead my case.” You are so funny from your notes ,but you seem to be a very shy guy” “I'm not actually I'm very outspoken very jovial but I think that shine is comes just with you you bring it out.”

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He felt enraged with different emotions, wanting to punch himself for not knowing what to say because he was always good with talking to girls. "What are you writing?" Annie looked up to him again, confused as to why he was trying to talk to her. She cleared her throat, "Nothing, just... thoughts. It's weird, just something I do." She shook her head, feeling stupid for telling him that because she knew he would think it was pathetic. But he didn't. "Like... a journal?" He asked, not wanting to give away that he knew they were actually letters. He couldn't have her knowing that he knew the truth.

“Do you ever think about the future? Like, really think about it?” “All the time,” I admitted. “Sometimes it scares me, sometimes it excites me. Why?” He hesitated, which was unusual for him. Adrian was rarely uncertain, and the pause caught my attention. “There’s something I’ve been working on,” he said slowly. “Something I haven’t told you about yet.” I frowned, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean? What kind of something?” Adrian gave me a small, almost shy smile, a rare sight that made my heart ache. “I’ve been… writing,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “A book, actually.”

"Some of it felt too large to speak aloud without reducing it." "This," Adrian said, holding up the notebook open to the entry about the laugh. "You could have just said this to me." "I know." "Cassian." "I know," he said again, differently. "I know. I'm—" He stopped. "I'm better at writing it. I always have been. The spoken version loses something in translation." "The written version is also extremely good," Adrian said, which was both true and slightly unfair, and Cassian almost smiled. "I was going to give them to you eventually," Cassian said. "When I had decided when eventually was."