This man has propositioned every author with a skirt and somehow gotten away with it. He has used and abused his power to further his own career. And I don’t think we need to put up with this anymore.” “Woo-hooooo!” Josie cheered from FaceTime. “I got key cards, too!” “Me, too,” I said. “But, but . . .” Michael started. “But nothing,” Ella said, her arms crossed. “And guess what? We see you, too.”

