My death was almost normal. A simple but tragic bus crash was going to be the end of me. Tires screeching, horns blaring, and glass shattering. Those things were supposed to be my last memories, but they weren't. The way I really died was far more interesting than that. After all, isn't it strange I am able to tell th...
Holley Paterson, moved to New York city after excepting a job offer at Websters publishing company seven years ago, leaving her small town life behind her, and chasing her dream of some day making a name for herself in the publishing industry. After years of hard work and sleepless nights, she receives a promotion in...