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Chapter fifty-nine

It was a death march.  What was to be another incredible day in Abby’s life disintegrated down to a death march.

It had been two days and Sloan had not breathed a word to her.  He was either gone or in his office or at his easel.  Abbey went to bed alone.  When she woke up she found him asleep on the leather couch.

Abbey followed Sloan and the receptionist through the winding corridors of Panda Publications.  Aubrey called and asked to meet with both Abbey and Sloan, unwilling to say why.  Sloan’s people made arrangements for the meeting.  Then they called Abbey to let her know.  Abbey sighed as she stared at Sloan’s back as he walked ahead of her.  They lived in the same house and he wouldn’t even talk to her.

Abbey was thankful that Sloan rescued her clothes from Miami including her power suit she was wearing to this meeting.  She certainly couldn’t have come to this in one of her waitress uniforms.

The receptionist pushed the door to Aubrey’s office open and motioned them in.  Abbey’s heart raced as the pit in her stomach twisted.  She hadn’t seen Aubrey since she ran out in Miami.  What would Aubrey have to say to her?

Aubrey smiled as they entered and motioned for them to sit.  Abbey settled nervously into her chair then watched as Sloan sat stiffly in his.  Aubrey opened the manila file on her desk.

“The editors loved your second book,” Aubrey announced.  “They are ready to send it to the press.  There are a few things I need to know first.”  Aubrey looked up from the file, her eyes locking with Abbey’s.  “I need to know you will see this through this time.  I need to know you won’t run off again.”

“I promise, Aubrey.  I am in it for the long haul,” Abbey assured.  “And thank you for a second chance.  I really appreciate it.”

Aubrey flashed a sly grin towards Sloan.  “That was Sloan.  He convinced me to give you a second chance.  He fought pretty valiantly for you.  So it’s a go?  Let’s publish this book.”

Abbey glanced at Sloan excitedly.  Her elation fell at Sloan’s cold, emotionless ice blue eyes.  She sighed as he answered flatly, “Absolutely.”

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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