Chapter 57 Anna
ANNA
SIX MONTHS LATER
That was my first thought when I saw the email. It sat at the top of my inbox, the subject line screaming in bold: Congratulations! Publishing Offer for Your Manuscript.
My heart stopped. Then started. Then stopped again.
This had to be a mistake. A spam email from a robot that wanted to sell me fake editing services. Or worse, a cruel prank from the universe.
But, no, it was real.
I opened the email with trembling fingers, my eyes scanning the words so fast they blurred together. Bidding war. Multiple offers. Film-rights interest. My stomach flipped.
I reread it, this time more slowly. Then again. My superhero story—the one I almost didn’t send out, the one I thought no one would ever care about—wasn’t just going to be published. It was going to be made into a movie.
Before I could process the rest, my phone rang.
“Anna.” It was my agent, her voice bright and bubbly. “I just got off the phone with another editor. It’s official—a bidding war. And—wait for it—Gerald Fargo bought the film rights.”
“Gerald Fargo?” I blinked.
“That’s the one. And guess what? He wants Luke Fisher for the lead.”
My jaw dropped. “Luke?”
“Fargo thinks your boyfriend’s perfect for the role.” My agent’s words tumbled out faster than I could keep up. “I told him you might have notes, of course. It’s your story, after all.”
“Notes?” I echoed dumbly. My brain was lagging, stuck somewhere between bidding war and film rights.
“You’re a superstar, Anna,” she said before hanging up, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I sank onto the couch, my phone still clutched in my hand, my mind racing. A published novel. A famous director wanting to buy the movie rights. A movie star boyfriend.
What was my life?