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Aaliyah
"So with all that said, consider this my resignation."
Woah, woah, woah. What's going on? How the fuck can she pretend to be the author? And what could she possibly have to gain? Does she want the money or what?
Armin storms up to Zarah "I don't even know why I've kept you around for as long as I have. I've given you your last chance. Now stop this show an apologies—"
"I don't have to answer to you anymore. I'm fucking done here!" She claps in his face, which turns a bright, angry red "You certainly are. You're fired Zarah."
"To fucking bad, I already quit. As a famous author, I no longer have to take orders from a tight ass like you. Soon enough you'll be thanking me for ever having brought more attention to your little firm."
I can't believe that she's talking to Armin like that way......Damn Zara, I mean, I guess he deserves it and the look on his face is priceless 'Apoplectic' would be a good literary word for it. She must be serious about all this because there's no coming back for her now. Not after that. Out of the corner of my mouth, I ask Taehyung for his reaction "What do you—" but turning around, I see that he's not next to me but already across the room. I watch in surprise as he quietly slips out the door. Where is he going? Why did he just leave like that?
I turn back and notice Zarah packing up her desk, she's smiling wide as if she didn't just insult everyone in the building.
The nerve she has. That's my book that you're taking credit for, Zarah. I'm the one who is getting fucking paid and I'm the one who was contacted by Peach Salinger. What does she think is going to happen?
"Good riddance, I say. Trash taking itself out."
"Blake!" I turn and see him shrugging gleefully "What? She was terrible at her job. At least now Armin can pay me for doing Zarah's job like I had to do before. Passing the buck to me for years."
"It was that bad?"
"Oh Cmon she was terrible at everything. I'm shocked she managed to get herself published." I mean she hasn't......let me find out if Blake believes her "So you believe her?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well.....I think she might be lying. Zarah has never been one with words, she might be trying to claim credit while the author is still anonymous."
"Hmm.....that would require a lot of thinking and brainpower, more than Zarah probably even has."
"You think?"
We watch as Zarah stuffs her personal effects into a box, slamming her desk drawers shut and she walks out the door for the last time "if I never see the inside of this place again, it will be too soon! Enjoy your little lives bitches!"
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What a day and what happened to Taehyung? I wonder what he was thinking?
I set down the mail and my purse, ready to settle in for the night but when I flick tiredly through the letters, an envelope catches my eye.
Is this what I think it is?
I open it quickly and sure enough, it's another check but this time there's no note
What the hell? Someone know who I am and what's going on. I guess I'm a little relieved, I'm glad to know that there is someone out there who knows I'm behind the book but I feel like there's something else going on and I feel so far from finding out the truth. I'm tired of all this secrets, it's reminds me of my life with JJ. Ugh....speaking of JJ, I need to get him out of my hair once and for all. The last thing I need is him hanging over my shoulder with his demands.
Me: I don't want you to bother me anymore What do you want?
Asshole: A quarter mil Enough to cover my debts. I know you can afford it, you old moneybag
Me: Are you fucking serious? What debts?
Asshole: It's none of your business Send the money asap And I won't bother you no more.
Me: And that's all you want?
Asshole: That's all
He had to get the last word in, didn't he. Fine. If he wants that money, he can have it. I won't put up a fight this time...I never want to see or hear from him again. If money gets him off my case, he can have it and that is money well spent.
I text JJ back and let him know I'll send the money tomorrow, then I head upstairs to bed, exhausted from the day.
