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So we did the only thing we knew how to do, pour ourselves into work.
I’m convinced this holiday romantic comedy we wrote after we got home is going to be a hit, if only I can nail the marketing.
“What about this one?” He tosses me sketch done in an art-deco style.
“Hate it.” As if to make the point, I crumple it into a ball and throw it into the growing pile next to the overflowing garbage can.
“Whatever.” He tosses up his hands. “Let’s get some food.”
“What if we open up submissions?” I scratch my jaw, staring at the daunting piles.
He jabs his finger towards an entire stack we haven’t even touched yet. “We still have all of those to sort through.”
I turn to him and launch another paper ball in the general direction of his head. “They’re all studio artists. Paid for by the same movie houses we always work with. I want something new, something fresh—”
“You won’t find her that way,” he says quietly.
That sits me back into my padded seat. “I’m never gonna stop looking.”
“I know.” His arms cross on the table, then he drops his chin to rest on them. “I won’t either. I love her.”
“Me too, buddy. Me too.”
Chapter 19 - Stacy
“Rise and shine, sweetie.” Amy’s chipper voice comes through the speaker.
Blinking, I glance at my clock.
Really? Ten already?
This pregnancy is kicking my ass.
“Good morning to you too,” I groan. “What has you so happy?”
While I was having a threesome free for all over Christmas, Amy was catching her boyfriend, well,ex-boyfriend, cheating on her.
It’s taken her months to get over him. I still feel awful my phone didn’t work when it happened.
Okay. No I don’t. I was otherwise occupied.
By two magnificent men who I miss daily.
My belly twitches with a kick.
I know, little one. I’m hungry too.
“Remember that open submission I had you apply for?” She sounds practically giddy.
I rub my eyes, stumbling towards the kitchen. “Not really. Wasn’t that a few weeks ago?”
Everything I do gets sent through her. She’s the best agent an artist could ever have.
She helps keep me anonymous too.
It offers me a sense of privacy that not everyone in this field gets to enjoy.
“Yes, yes. The Christmas movie project.” She gets a touch of irritation in her words.
