#Chapter113

For CC

CLYVE

“WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller.

I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.

Austen ignored me. I threw a pen to him just to catch his attention.

“Fuck off, Linton. I am reading.” He didn’t even look at me.

“You are...