For eight days, I remained behind my desk, madly typing away in a fictional world of good versus evil, where good fought to be on top. I loved every moment of writing this story. I loved how the author was incredibly impressed with my work and handed me over all the chapters as I went.
By day ten, I got word that the book was received by his publisher, and they were anxiously awaiting book two’s journey.
I felt on top of the world. I proved to myself that I still had it. I glanced at my parents’ photo and wished to the heavens they were watching me right now.
I grabbed my keys and coat and rushed out the door. I knew if I didn’t check in with G soon, he would send a search party.
The station was at full throttle that morning. Phones were ringing loudly, so I made my way over and set a
