FLYNN
I sat at the table, pretending to listen as my father droned on, his words becoming little more than background noise. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the moment Cedric had agreed to marry Emmeline. It was bad enough watching him cozy up to Elara, but now this? It was almost too much to stomach.
“Are you even paying attention?” my father snapped.
Startled, I froze mid-click, my finger hovering over the pen. “Yes,” I replied quickly, trying to sound composed. “You want me to convince the bestselling author in New York to sign with our company, write for us, and publish under our name. I get it.” What I didn’t get, though, was how he expected me to pull it off.
“I don’t just want you to do it, Flynn. You will do it,” he said, leaning forward for emphasis. His eyes narrowed slightl
