“No, bitch, you’re drinking water.” Jules pointed at the offending bottle like it had personally insulted her in multiple ways.
“Mr. Easton brought me an energy drink this morning when he picked me up. I didn’t want to be jittery when we worked on Aurora’s project, so I grabbed a water.”
Jules eyed me with a suspicious glimmer. She shook her head, and it almost looked like she was talking herself out of a thought.
“What? What is that look for?” I asked, finishing the rest of the bottle and tossing it in the trash can under my desk so she wouldn’t have to look at the offending drink.
“Nothing. Maybe he isn’t a huge asshole after all. I think we can thaw him into liking us, so he stops giving us a hard time while we work with Aurora.”
“I don’t want to let him thaw,” I grouched, checking my email.
“But you should. When Aurora sees how good we are with her account she’s going to want to keep us on for the foreseeable future. If we can keep on Easton’s good side, there’s a better chance that we’ll stay on this account.”
“I don’t think Mr. Easton has a good side.”
“He does, and we’re going to find it,” Jules declared, finishing her energy drink, not a bottle of water in sight on her side of the office.
“I’ll let you figure out how to find Lucifer’s happy button. I don’t have fireproof skin, and I don’t want to be burned with his bad attitude.”
“He did bring you an energy drink,” Jules hedged.
“Are you the devil’s advocate now?” I couldn’t help how petulant I sounded.
“No, I’m just going to be his friend.”
We locked eyes with goofy smiles on our faces.
“I fucking love you, dumbass,” I said before going back to my emails.
“Love you more.”
“Holy shit,” I cried when I opened the holy grail of emails.
“What?” Jules screeched, running over to me.
With a shaky hand, I pointed at the most incredible thing to happen to me this month, my engagement included.
Open in front of us in all its glory was an email from Faith Taylor, one of the most well-known indie authors, and the wife of Kill Taylor, the lead singer of the JackholeS.
Jules’ fingers dug into my shoulder while both of us stared at the email.
“I’m afraid to blink. What if it disappears when I blink?” I asked in a panic.
“Okay, you blink and I’ll continue staring and when you’re done, I’ll blink and you stare.”
“Deal. Okay, I’m done blinking.”
“It’s still there. Okay, I blinked,” Jules said.
The email was still there. Apparently, Faith had heard of Aurora’s project and wanted to help in any way that she could. She also mentioned she was funding a small production studio where they only produced indie author’s books into movies. It was going to be a membership-based platform where the members would be able to vote for the next book they wanted turned into a movie.
She wanted to know if Aurora would be willing to collaborate in helping her find indie authors that needed to be discovered.
“I’ll call Aurora.” Jules ran to her phone.
I continued to stare at my screen, not trusting it to disappear.
“Aurora, you need to come down to the office as soon as possible.” Jules wheezed like she’d just run a marathon instead of the five steps it took to get to her desk. She sat down in her chair with a quietthud.