She scrolled through her literary agent boss’ electronic slush pile, selected a title and transferred it to her e-reader. Chocolate, wine and a long saga would cushion the loneliness.
She read, and read. It was good. She told her boss on Monday morning. Her boss read it. Her boss agreed.
A generous contract. Million dollar plus royalties. A movie offer.
History created… until the alarm roused the author from slumber.