My phone vibrated in my hand, startling me and pushing from my position on the bed's rest. I had, at some unknown point, dozed off. Checking the caller, I saw Rebekah's icon and took in a deep breathe before picking up.
Rebekah's calm and collected voice filled the room;
“Mrs Parker, your request has been granted by Mr Parker after some discussions with him. You will be given full rights of the Nebula project, but you will have to follow every instructions I give so we can quell this media riot and turn it into a customer base.”
I almost vomited in my mouth, the thought of me standing before crowds of reporters, lying through my teeth, and creating whatever story was needed to sell the book. But it was for the ‘Nebula Project’, and with that, all other things were just challenges I cou
