Kat
Kat pulled out her phone, double-checking the address.
"Holy shit," she whispered.
She pulled up the ad again:
WANTED: English major. Experience with editing and copy editing. Female. Experience with romantic fiction, reading or writing. Must be able to read poetry with emphasis, clarity, skill, and accuracy.
A friend sent her a screenshot of the ad. It was on a site for aspiring writers and copy editors. Apparently, it was for Laura Delazier. Kat had never heard of her, but Izzy swore she was a rising star in the romance world. Her stuff was reportedly dark and graphic, but apparently, that was in.