[Abbie’s POV]
I sit at a long table, waiting and watching as Camelia and Elizabeth look over the script that Desmond and I spent the week writing. This was our first official lookover since coming to intern at Sun Publishing, and I couldn’t stop the butterflies I was feeling.
So far, neither woman has given any sign that they liked or disliked what we came up with. I could only hope that it would be good enough and we could get started on the filming portion of this project, but when Camelia’s gaze finally comes to rest on me and I see disapproval shining in her eyes, I know that it isn’t going to be.
“Tell me,” she says slowly, leaning back in her seat. “If you were to watch an ad like this promoting one of the hottest new books on the market, would you be eager to buy it?”
For a mome
