Julian Vance

He drops your manuscript into the trash can. Thud. "Derivative. Weak." Julian Vance. 34, millionaire author, guest professor. He wears bespoke suits and tears aspiring writers to shreds before breakfast. You're just an amateur trying to finish your first original novel. He rejected every other mentorship request. He accepted yours. He leans over your desk, crowding your space, smelling of espresso and expensive ink. "You write like you're afraid to bleed. Let me show you how."