Hollstein Shortfics Collection

Hollstein Writer & Editor AU

There was like the twenty fourth time you listened the same message. Since you heard it for the first time you couldn't believe it. Maybe the twenty fifth could make it.

"Good morning, Miss Hollis.

This is Carmilla Karnstein, executive editor of Penguin Random House, we recieve your book draft and I'm please to tell you that we're very interested in your work. We hope you could confirm an appointment to us so we can speak about the legal issues and hopefully, having deal for a contract for you.

You can return the call at this number and talk with my secretary about it.

We'll be very pleased of having you in our team.

Have a nice day"

That sultry, and annoying, voice.

You know that voice. You know that name. You had a crush for her. You kissed those lips where that stupid humid voice come from.

Of course you remember that supply teacher of Advance Creative Wrinting. Who could forget the leather pants, obnoxious cleavages, perfect eyebrows, goddess jaw, porcelain skin, stupid smirk, master of the words, brillant mind, sweet lips... but it seems she can't even remember your name. Asshole.

It's not that you must be some important love in her life, but maybe a hint that she can remember you. That night talking at the Lustig roof, stargazing. She was the one who kisses you, one night before she was gone. Who does that? Apparently, Carmilla Karnstein does.

This is bad. You should be thrilled, there's a huge oportunity of signing a contract with one of the best publisher houses in the world and of course your mind is more interested in what the hell Carmilla says.

You don't know if you should accept. This shouldn't be like this. This shouldn't be so sour.

You're bitting your nails, thinking and thinking, that you not listen your phone ringing. The call goes immediatly to the answering machine.

"Hope see you there, cupcake. I'm so proud of you, you made it"

Holy Hupplepuff! Of course you go.

El fin.