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Standing tall before the 6 foot tall currently blond immortal is the century building in Los Angeles. This building houses Amanda's publisher. Walking in like she owns the place she goes to the security desk. They call up to the publisher who sends down her executive assistant. Once through security, the assistant, Jennifer, takes Amanda to the 11th floor.

The two enter the publishers office, the assistant goes back to her desk.

Striding into the office Amanda sets down two manuscripts and then takes a seat.

The short, grey haired woman behind the desk raises her eyebrows at Amanda who speaks first, "That one" pointing to the thick stack on the woman's right, "Is the manuscript I promised." then pointing to the one on the left, "That is a children' book that I want published this month."

The grey haired woman, "Amanda, I can't just publish a children's book, especially authored by you. It would be a marketing nightmare."

Shrugging, "The use another pseudonym. But I need it published this month."

The grey haired woman picks up the book and starts thumbing through it. After a couple of minutes Amanda interrupts, "Gail, I haven't steered you wrong yet, and I got you my new manuscript early."

Gail considers Amanda's words and adds, "Write a sequel to the Itlay novel before Christmas and we have a deal."

A bright gleam in her eye's as she grins, "Deal."