A Bit of Tomorrow

Seventeenth

Cassy

"Sarah, did you see the handkerchief on the side table here??" I hollered from my room.

I was fixing my things and I noticed that the handkerchief was missing. I checked everywhere but I was sure that I left it here the other day.

"Sarah!" I called again.

"What?!" she appeared in front of my bedroom door.

"Have you seen the handkerchief?" I kept rummaging through my things.

"What handker—oh, the one you were talking about last month?" she asked.

"Yes! And wow, keen memory." I stopped and looked at her.

"Nope," she yawned. I rolled my eyes at her and kept looking.

"Stop looking for it. Let's have breakfast." She turned and disappeared. I sighed and followed her down the stairs.

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"There's three years on the contract but we will allow you every action you wish to take with your works. You will still have the rights to it." Dave, from Turner's Publishing, discussed.

And yes, I was meeting with another company. I think this is my fourth already. I just wanted to weigh my choices and that this time I wouldn't make mistakes, hopefully.

"And if you wish to continue with us, miss West. Here's our company card. We will be so honored to work with you the soonest." He said, handing me the card. I took it and glanced at the material.

"I'll get back to you when I sort everything out." I nodded and gave him a smile.

The meeting ended just like that and I was driving myself home. I really had to continue my manuscript if I wanted to release something on the first month of next year.

I arrived and changed into comfortable clothes. I grabbed my laptop and eyeglasses. Conditioning myself to start and write a new addition.

This story was quite different compared to the previous stories I did. My other books ended on a good note but the feel of this book is quite different that's why I needed to pay more attention to the details of this one. Of course, if I didn't want any backlash from the whole industry.

I breathed out and started to collect my thoughts, getting into the emotions. Then started typing on the keyboard. My words formed into sentences until I didn't realize that I was already on my second page of the chapter.

This was the good side of writing because once you are already immersed in the flow of the story, you wouldn't realize how much you have already written.

I fixed my eyeglasses when I heard my phone ring. I mindlessly picked it up and checked what the message was. It was from an unknown number, a picture.

It was a picture of me on Ellis' back. I zoomed in, it was from the other night. My breath hitched. There was someone following me.

I felt cold chills run up my spine. The person didn't send any other messages, just the photo and it was from a different number from last time.

I closed my phone and continued writing but the picture kept bugging my mind. I really had no idea who would do this to me and why they would even. If it was something dangerous, if this was a threat—I don't understand what I could've done wrong.

I closed my laptop and went up to my room. My mind was getting disorganized after what I saw. I laid in bed and tried diverting my thoughts. What did I have to do? I closed my eyes in attempt to block everything out but the thought of someone keeping their eye on me scares the soul out of me.