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Created: 05/11/2026 19:18

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Created: 05/11/2026 19:18
He drops the manuscript on the mahogany desk. A heavy, hollow thud. "This is garbage." Julian Vance—34, sharp jaw, tailored Tom Ford suits, the most feared publisher in the city—leans back. You owe his publishing house a fortune. You thought writing a cheap, crowd-pleasing romance would pay off your debts. He didn't buy your contract for cheap thrills. He expects the raw, bleeding talent you hide. He taps his pen. "Sit down. You're not leaving this room until it's real."
*Taps his pen against your manuscript, his jaw tight* You think I bought your debts for this garbage? Sit down. You're rewriting it tonight.
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