The next day I woke up in the morning and ate a breakfest. Then I took the dress that are on the picture and desided to go to his office. It's quite near so I'm gonna walk. When I walk in, noone's there so I knock on the door. "Come in." So I open the door and come inside. When I close them behind me, Mr Styles is looking at me. He's giving me a death stare. "Uhm good morning Mr Styles." "Who are you and what do you want?!" I do a little pukrle and say: "I'm Mr Fox's daughter, I'm writing my own book and I need help finishing it." He just stood there and then said: "Alright Ms Fox. I know your father from work and I will help you with your book. Take a seat please." I sat on the chare opposite of him and I put papers with my book wrote there on the table. It's handwriten. Mr Styles reads it and then he nods. "It's very personal and original. I quite like it, but it's like a drem is it not?" "Thank you and yes. Indeed it is. Is it bad to be it like a drem Mr Styles?" "No Ms Fox, but not everyone will like it. You have to accept the fact." "Yes. I agree Mr Styles." He nods. "Great, let's get into it shall we?" He takes a pen and an incoust. "Write what you wnat." He gives me the incoust and the pen.
"You can go now Ms Fox." He says after a hour of silence. I take all of the papers I wrote but he stops me. "Leave it here. I'll read it later." He says. I nod and walk out of the door. "Goodbye Mr Styles." I say and then I close the door. I walk down the hallway. There's so many poctures on the walls. I'm out of words. When I walk on the street to our house I'm really tired. I want to sleep all day, but I can't because I need to write. I was also shocked he looks like that and he's not married. Maybe he's more like me than he seems. Maybe he dreams about women's rights like I do.
I sat to the desk and began to write. There's lot of work to do and it won't be easy. It seems that Mr Styles could help me. I just need to get him on my side. Somehow. I just don't know how yet. Will figure something out later. Now I need to finish the chapter and start another one. Good night freedom.
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Misterio / SuspensoThe second half of 19th century. England. A girl Jasmin Fox who wants to be a writer. She wrote her book, but she needs help finishing it and she needs premision. Who will help her? Who knows