LETTERS OF FATE

just any e-mail, this could change everything. The subject line read: Ghostwriting Opportunity - Immediate Start. It ha

as paramount. What about the payment? So huge that it can cover her rent for the next six months, clear her growing card bil

ndlord has been understanding so far, but his patience was running out. Claire's options were either take the jo

"Reply," her pu

When can we dis

nutes later, her phone vibrated with an incoming call. The num

the other end was smooth, confid

his is

ian Blackwell. He's in need of a skilled writ

of him. Billionaire. Innovator. Recluse. The man behind Blackwell Enterprises, whose influence spa

hough her voice wavered. "Wha

c. Mr. Blackwell's private life is sort of complicated, and he req

etters?" The words tumbled o

nt in Carter's tone. "In essence, yes. Do

ntic since her college poetry class, and even then, her professor had been less

will be required to sign a non-disclosure agreement befor

absolu

ail with the details shortly.

ll wanted her to write love letters? She was confused on what to do. She closed her laptop, stood up a

a lifeline. The receptionist directed her to the top floor, and then she got to this large office that felt like a fortress. The Fl

harp-featured, and exuding an air of untouchable authority.

oice as measured and cool as his

she replied, trying to sound conf

piercing gray eyes unsettling.

d I'll be writing

carried a weight she could not yet comprehend. "She and I have a sort of

was everything she was not: glamorous, confident, larger-than-life. Ho

she said, though

ng. "That won't be enough. I expect precision

ced herself to meet his gaze,

sary background information. Your first draft needs to be submitted by the e

er her, as if she had just made a pact with something sinister. But as the elevator doors sl

on Sophia Lane, stacked with interview clippings and notes detailing her favorite books, films, and previous relationships. Adrian's scri

write authentically about love when it seemed to Adrian like just another business deal

imes than she could count, finding solace in its gentle exploration of unspoken emotions. Maybe this was the key: ta

ords trickled out, each sentence a delicate bridge across an expanse of uncertainty. But as time passed, somethin

loped in shadows. Claire leaned back, worn out but content. The letter was not perfect, but it was honest, infused with

a text from her sister or a spam notification. Instead, an unkno

el

as unmistakable, even through the s

ready seen it? She h

asked, bare

"It's quite different from what I expec

ank. "What ki

morrow. My office. 9

isbelief. She was filled with questions and a mix of feelings she

hat did he mean by "different"? Was it a compliment, or had she completely misread the situatio

fee. Outside her window, the city stirred to life, with people hurrying through the streets.