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“Good. That makes this easier.” The first man slid a document across the table toward me. “We’re interested in publishing your book. Very interested.” I didn’t reach for it yet. “What does that mean exactly?” I asked. “It means we’re prepared to offer you a deal,” he said. “Strong marketing, wide distribution, strategic media positioning, and a release plan that takes advantage of the current public attention around your story.” There it was. I let out a slow breath and finally picked up the document, flipping through the pages without rushing.

Catherine took her half-day off very seriously. Donovan had been gracious enough to give her a small break from him. A trip to the book store would make all her problems go away. Everyday for the last month, she had been religiously sending out emails to publishing companies. At least seven out of a hundred responded. And one out of the seven would be what an average person would term a positive response but they were often accompanied with negative terms and conditions.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” “We’re offering you a two-book deal,” Fallon says smoothly. “High six figures. Full marketing campaign. National tour. We want to invest in you—not just this book, but your career.” My mouth goes dry. “Six figures?” Fallon nods, eyes sharp but kind. “You’ve got something special. Something that could really explode.” It’s surreal—this moment I used to dream about in quiet corners, scribbling scenes in spiral notebooks behind Julian’s back. I’m sitting at a real publisher’s table. With real editors. And they’re talking to me like I’m… real.

As a result, she was quite knowledgeable about the signing processes of various platforms. Fafa informed Michelle that there were primarily two ways to get a contract with ScribeSphere: First, to follow the standard process—publish on ScribeSphere and hope an editor spots her talent. If not discovered this way, she could wait until her readership numbers were substantial enough and then apply. The second method was getting introduced by a somewhat known author of ScribeSphere. They could forward her works to an editor's personal email, increasing the chances of being noticed. Fafa had contacts and asked Michelle if she wanted a recommendation.

"Of course. It's his story too. But Riley, don't wait too long. Interest like this doesn't last forever." Riley hung up and immediately called Samuel. He was at the public pool, training. "Hey, what's up?" "I just got offered a book deal. Well, not offered exactly, but a literary agent wants to represent us. Says publishers are interested in our story." Silence. Then Samuel laughed. "Are you serious?" "Completely serious. She says it could be six figures." "Six figures? For writing about us?" "Apparently people really want to hear the whole story. Not just the article, but everything. How we met, the suspension, the backlash, all of it."

"I know, right? I myself am very surprised as well. Actually, when I submitted it this morning, I thought they would for sure ask for a revised edition. Much to my surprise, they didn't. Instead, they called just now, wanting me to sign a contract with them next week." Chelsea had her hair clipped up while saying, "How much can you get?" "Well, I don't know yet. I think several hundred thousand dollars or so at most. That's the price for an author's first book in general." "So does that make you a screenwriter if someone decides to film the story?"

“Good afternoon, is this Charlotte Kingston?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m calling from BrightLeaf Publishing. You submitted your manuscript to our open call two months ago?” My heart thudded. “Yes…” “Well, congratulations!” she said. “We’re thrilled to inform you that your book has been selected for our new author program. Contract signing will begin shortly. We’d like you to come into our office to meet the team.” I gripped the phone tighter. “You..you’re serious?” “Absolutely. We’ll send the details by email. Could you come in this week?”

I said softly. He breathed a sigh of relief, "So, what is it then?" I placed my elbows on each of his shoulders, letting my fingers comb through his hair. Taking a deep breath, I started, "Kyle read my novel, without my permission. That day he came over, he read it when I wasn't there and I saw him and I got mad." Dean nodded attentively. "Today, I got a call," I said softly. "from his mother who is a publisher. She wants to have it published and she also wants me to work as a writer at her publishing company."

Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

“Dior?!” He chuckled. “That was hella big, right?” “Super!” I smiled while looking afar. “She is quite living her dreams now. I badly want to finish my studies now so I can earn and travel.” “By the way,” Rael started. “I contacted a writing agency from Singapore.” What he said caught my attention. “They are scouting Authors who can write on their platform, well, earn of course.” I blink my eyes, looking at him. “You might want to pass your manuscript? Who knows fi they will offer a contract. They are also into adaptations for movies and audiobooks, it’s your dream, right?”