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now.   Before you know it, your face will own a
major piece of the Times and Times Square. ”
    “ My
face will what? ”
    “ You
heard me, and I already warned you, Lisa.   Soon, you ’ ll
be the girl that nobody knew, but that everyone suddenly wants to know.   I told you we were going to turn you
into a star, and I meant it.   Oh,
get that look off your face.   Get it
together.   Why do you look horrified?   I need you to be present.   We sign contracts, everyone shakes
hands, and then you and I are off to the meatpacking district.   Aura ’ s studio is there. ”
    “ I ’ m going to the
meatpacking district with these lips? ”
    “ Those
lips are going to make you, your face, and your book go global.   Your writing will speak for itself, and
you already know how I feel about the book Wenn optioned.   You ’ re goddamned good.   Got it?   OK.   Take a breath, come back into yourself,
and trust Bernie and me.   We ’ ve set you up for
greatness, not ruin.   Are you ready? ”
    “ I ’ m ready, ” I
said.   And for the first time that
day, I actually believed it.
    “ Then
let ’ s
go, ” she
said.

 
 
    *   *   *

 
 
    When we went to Wenn Publishing on
the twenty-first floor, the blur began.
    I signed the contracts my lawyer had
already approved, saw the ridiculous amount of money that was being offered to
me, and then, for the first time, met my new editor, Marco Boss, who was indeed
as tall and as muscular as Tank.  
    This is an editor? I
thought.
    He was a towering brute of a man,
perhaps even taller than Tank.   He
had thick, wavy dark hair that curled up from his forehead, full lips, a strong
jaw, blue-green eyes, a chest that was as broad as a map of America, and he was
nothing if not in shape.   He was
older than I was — probably
mid-thirties — and
everything about him exuded a raw kind of sexuality, strength, and power.   As committed as I was to Tank, I ’ d be lying if I said
that I didn ’ t
find him wildly attractive.
    And then he opened his mouth.
    “ Lisa
Ward? ” he
said to me.
    Somehow his voice was deeper than
Tank ’ s,
which was unfathomable to me.   Tank ’ s voice was almost
primal.   It was made of timber and
brick.   But Marco ’ s voice?   His went several notes deeper.  
    “ Yes.   I ’ m Lisa. ”
    He extended his hand to me.   “ Marco Boss. ”
    I shook his hand, which engulfed
mine.   “ It ’ s a pleasure.   I ’ ve heard so much about you. ”
    “ I
wonder if you ’ ll
think it ’ s
such a pleasure in a minute or so, ” he said.   He
folded his arms and looked down at me.   “ Why
are you dressed like that? ”
    “ I
was —”
    “ And
what ’ s
going on with your lips?   And why
are you practically naked? ”   He looked around him.   Blackwell was there, as was my lawyer,
several of Wenn Publishing ’ s
lawyers, and a few other people I didn ’ t know.   The
mood darkened.   Suddenly, I wished
that Tank was there with me, but he wasn ’ t.   Neither was
Jennifer.   It was just Blackwell and
me, but she had yet to speak.  
    Will she?   I wasn ’ t sure.
    “ What
is this? ” Boss
said.   “ A joke?   Today ’ s photo shoot is for the Times and Times Square for
Christ ’ s
sake.   She looks more like a clown
than an author. ”
    “ Excuse
me? ” I
said.
    He looked at me.   “ I have a feeling you had no part in this, so don ’ t take it personally. ”
    “ I ’ m sorry.   But if you call me a clown, you should
know that I ’ ll
take it personally. ”
    He looked up at the ceiling.   “ Why is it that every fucking writer I have to work with
these days turns out to be a goddamned diva? ”
    “ Diva? ” I
said.   “ You don ’ t even know me. ”
    Before I could go further, Blackwell
intervened.   She squeezed my arm,
stepped away from my side, and moved directly in front of him.   She had to be a good fifteen inches
shorter than him, not that that stopped her.   She was a