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BLAIRE
Anna English was a total hard-ass, and I immediately liked her. As soon as I’d texted her, name-dropping Campbell, she’d scheduled a call. At first to verify I was who I’d said I was and then to go through everything that was already on my plate. We worked out the details for a standard contract, and I signed with her before the day was out. I went through my emails and sent her everything that looked even remotely interesting. Things that I didn’t know what to do with, but she apparently ate this stuff for breakfast.
“I’ve got you covered, Blaire. I’m glad Campbell gave you my number. Tell him hi for me, will you?”
“Sure.”
“And if you’re in New York or LA anytime, then let me know, so we can meet,” she said, all business.
“I’ll definitely do that. Thanks, English.”
“My pl
