“I’m going to give you one more chance to be a star, you British baboon. Not that you deserve it. And to prove I’m serious, I’m going to let you name your price. Hell, I’ll even let you write the headline. But this offer comes with an expiration date. You’ve got twenty-four hours to make up your mind and get back to your desk or I’ll make someone else a star.” I swallow the rest of my gin and thump down the empty glass. “I don’t need twenty-four hours.”
ok so it was written 11 years later but it's still recounting 1941. so he's heartbroken so he's going to write the story he said he wouldn't, for Belle, but now Belle has abandoned him, so fuck it! suddenly I'm on his side, oh how the turns have tabled!
