Chapter Eleven
We brainstorm ideas for a couple hours before I call everyone together. Solange isn’t working today, but Sarah and Jim are in, and they are back at sorting through the mountain of boxes still untouched. Those damn things might actually be multiplying.
I tell them each to pick ten manuscripts they want to read and come into my office. Sarah is dressed in a pair of tight black pants, and a red shirt that comes low on her chest. Her gorgeous hair is braided in two long braids. She looks good today.
“Sarah, you look amazing,” I tell her, and she beams at me.
I grab ten random manuscripts, and so does Arman. I take mine and sit in the main office with them. I don’t want to be alone right now, and I need to feel productive. There are notepads for everyone. I use mine to take n
