Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 37
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Falling in Public
Chapter 37
Holly couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her agent had been in on it the whole time? Why hadn't she just asked? And Winston didn't sound all that upset with how things had turned out, all things considered. She watched him as she waited for an answer, searching his face for any sign of remorse or regret. But he merely looked bored with the whole thing.
"That's where Ellison came in," he said with a shrug. "He's the best at getting people what they want. I still would have called him to...convince you, if that's what it took."
"I still don't get it though," Holly said, rubbing her head with her free hand. "Sandra aside, you still haven't explained why it had to be me. I'm sure you could get other agents on the hook, assuming money is involved. And other authors who would be more than willing to take that kind of work. Quit avoiding the question, and tell me why you're ruining my life!"
Winston shook his head. "You really don't get it do you? I guess I should have realized you probably don't read your own mail, but you'd think someone would have showed you, at least." He reached into his jacket pocket, and Holly flinched as he pulled out a folded piece of paper. He chuckled, handing the note to her.
"I've sent you two of these a week for the past year, and you've ignored every single one, you stuck up bitch. I've read everything you've ever written, and fallen more in love with you with every book you write. Your books..." he fell to his knees in front of her, clutching his chest dramatically. "Your books show me a little more about the person you are every time I read them. I know everything about you, Holly, because you told me through your writing. And if you write my story, I just know you'll fall in love with me too."
Holly unfolded the paper, her brows drawing together as she took in the bright red heart with two words in the center.
Marry Me.
She dropped it, remembering the stack of them her personal assistant had boxed up just in case they needed them later for evidence, though she hadn't really given them much thought at the time. As far as stalkers go, this one had been relatively tame.
Or so they'd thought.
"I did get your notes, Sean." She paused, knowing she had to tread lightly. "It just never occurred to me that someone of your popularity would have sent them to me. There was no name on the envelope, and honestly, I didn't really give it much thought. Don't you get things in the mail that you don't really take seriously?"
His eyes went cold, and he stood, backing away. "So your answer is no, I assume?"
"Answer to what?" Eddie called from behind her. Holly twitched at his voice - she'd forgotten he was there. "Holly, are you okay? What did he say to you?"
Holly wished she could just close her eyes and make everything go away. Obviously she'd underestimated a serious stalker, and there really wasn't any way this could end well. She started to answer, but Winston beat her to it.
"None of your damn business, Pierce. You just sit tight back there."
"Damned if I will. You're going down, Winston."
Startled at hearing Eddie's voice much closer now, Holly turned just in time to see Eddie's fist connect solidly with the side of Sean's face.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 37
Holly couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her agent had been in on it the whole time? Why hadn't she just asked? And Winston didn't sound all that upset with how things had turned out, all things considered. She watched him as she waited for an answer, searching his face for any sign of remorse or regret. But he merely looked bored with the whole thing.
"That's where Ellison came in," he said with a shrug. "He's the best at getting people what they want. I still would have called him to...convince you, if that's what it took."
"I still don't get it though," Holly said, rubbing her head with her free hand. "Sandra aside, you still haven't explained why it had to be me. I'm sure you could get other agents on the hook, assuming money is involved. And other authors who would be more than willing to take that kind of work. Quit avoiding the question, and tell me why you're ruining my life!"
Winston shook his head. "You really don't get it do you? I guess I should have realized you probably don't read your own mail, but you'd think someone would have showed you, at least." He reached into his jacket pocket, and Holly flinched as he pulled out a folded piece of paper. He chuckled, handing the note to her.
"I've sent you two of these a week for the past year, and you've ignored every single one, you stuck up bitch. I've read everything you've ever written, and fallen more in love with you with every book you write. Your books..." he fell to his knees in front of her, clutching his chest dramatically. "Your books show me a little more about the person you are every time I read them. I know everything about you, Holly, because you told me through your writing. And if you write my story, I just know you'll fall in love with me too."
Holly unfolded the paper, her brows drawing together as she took in the bright red heart with two words in the center.
Marry Me.
She dropped it, remembering the stack of them her personal assistant had boxed up just in case they needed them later for evidence, though she hadn't really given them much thought at the time. As far as stalkers go, this one had been relatively tame.
Or so they'd thought.
"I did get your notes, Sean." She paused, knowing she had to tread lightly. "It just never occurred to me that someone of your popularity would have sent them to me. There was no name on the envelope, and honestly, I didn't really give it much thought. Don't you get things in the mail that you don't really take seriously?"
His eyes went cold, and he stood, backing away. "So your answer is no, I assume?"
"Answer to what?" Eddie called from behind her. Holly twitched at his voice - she'd forgotten he was there. "Holly, are you okay? What did he say to you?"
Holly wished she could just close her eyes and make everything go away. Obviously she'd underestimated a serious stalker, and there really wasn't any way this could end well. She started to answer, but Winston beat her to it.
"None of your damn business, Pierce. You just sit tight back there."
"Damned if I will. You're going down, Winston."
Startled at hearing Eddie's voice much closer now, Holly turned just in time to see Eddie's fist connect solidly with the side of Sean's face.
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