Emily sat curled up in the plush chair behind her father's desk, a grin on her face and her journal open in front of her as she thought about the phone call with Jamal.
The whole thing sounded too much like a romance novel, but the reality of it made her stomach twist with excitement. This was real life, happening right in front of her, and she was going to document it and write a bestseller billionaire romance novel like her favorite author, Sonia Smith.
She scribbled furiously, her pen gliding over the paper in rapid strokes as she wrote down all she knew thus far.
Adam, a wealthy heir, disguises himself as a driver to uncover the truth about his childhood sweetheart, Benita…
She paused, tapping her pen against her lip as she looked at the names she had chosen for her characters, trying to decide if they were cute enough.
Would Jamal like the name?