Writing a story for adult is harder than she thought. A children's story usually revolves around family issues, school bullying and friendship. Adults have more complicated lives. More expectations from society, more problems. Romance included, which is not even important in her opinion.
She wondered what conflict Hoya might relate with.
Money? She highly doubts it.
Family problem? Could be.
Who doesn't have it?
She already has a compelling plot in mind coupled with fascinating main characters.
Prince Richard was madly in love with Princess Margaret, who was unfortunately married to his older brother, Crown Prince Victor.
The main characters would be entangled within palace scandals and betrayal, with Princess Margaret choosing her honour over love and would decide to remain with her husband who had no idea that their most awaited baby boy wasn't his and Prince Richard would die in the war without knowing the truth that he was the real father of the heir to the throne.
She loves a complicated drama and doesn't mind ending the story, tragically. What's better way for a story to be memorable than killing off the character? Besides, didn't Hoya tell her he doesn't mind a tragic ending?
She finalized her summary draft, edited it, read it a few times before sending the file to Hoya.
Then she went on to look for a movie to watch while relaxing on the sofa. She would give herself a small break as a compensation for her hard work.
Perhaps, a romantic movie to gain inspiration.
She was about to turn off her computer when she received an email from him.
I like it.
Stacie could not believe how easy it was to please Hoya.
She had a feeling he did not read the entire summary and just did a quick scan.
She closed her computer and decided to take a stroll instead to a nearby shopping complex. She would also check for cheap rental places. She needed to downsize and look for a smaller apartment as she was not sure how long would she last working for her weird boss.
She went straight to her favourite bookstore as she always does. Even if she would not buy anything, being in a bookstore gives her peace, a sense of belongingness.
Her heaven on earth.
She was about to visit the children's book section to check what's new on the market when she passed by the romance fiction aisle.
Her excitement vanished upon remembering that she was no longer a children's novel author.
She hesitantly picked up a paperback romance novel with an interesting scene on the cover, two lovers riding with horses in the countryside. She shrugged and decided to read the blurb.
A light romance-family drama
Not her type but she should start reading romance themed novels even if she was more interested in the horses and the beautiful setting.
Maybe, the house farm is haunted, and the horses get possessed at night.
She laughed at her silly idea, took the book, and put it in her basket.
She continued to the children's section where she saw two kids about nine trying to choose a book.
She curiously spied on them, pretending that she was checking the magazine rack. Then, one of the kids took a familiar book. She remembered clearly what the story was all about.
She felt her heart pound.
"Please, choose it. Please choose it. I promise, you won't regret it," she quietly prayed.
She wanted to scream with delight when the two girls left, having finished choosing what book to buy and went to the counter where an older woman was waiting.
Someone bought her book!
The last book she wrote before leaving her old publishing house, Volume Press.
Perhaps, she shouldn't give up yet.
It's always been her dream to be a children's book author. She should not throw that away just because of an old man who does not appreciate a good story, who probably didn't read books when he was a kid, did not have a happy childhood and perhaps, didn't get love from his parents.
After her project with Hoya, she would apply to another publishing company. She would write books for children, inspire them, make them love literature, like what she had always imagined how her life would be.
She happily paid for the things in her basket and left the bookshop, fueled by a newly found enthusiasm. She would write another children's story tonight.
She arrived in her apartment with an envelope waiting for her at the doorstep. She shook her head in disbelief. She just left for a few hours and another bill came.
She badly needed a stable income.
After resting for a few minutes, she was ready to face her laptop again when she heard the phone rang out of nowhere.
She stood lazily and picked up the receiver.
"May I speak with Stacie, please?"
She suddenly went back to her senses.
"T-this is Stacie speaking," she replied, trying to calm herself. What does he want now? Why does he need to call?
What's wrong with sending emails?
Why can't people understand that not everyone wants to talk on the phone?
She is online almost 24/7. Se would have responded to his email immediately.
She only has a landline because it comes together in a package with the internet.
Not because it's convenient to call someone on the phone, it is convenient for the person on the other line.
"Hey, Stacie," Hoya sounded excited. "Could you pass by the office tomorrow? I'd like to discuss your plot, only if it isn't much of a trouble for you. I want to give you the cheque for your advanced payment too."
Stacie was about to tell him that she could not make it and would rather communicate through email but when she heard about the advanced payment, she changed her mind.
She needed some money and socializing seems not a bad idea.
"No, it's fine," she said, casually. "It's a good idea to meet up to be able to finalize the plot so I can start with the first chapter. Where is your office, by the way?"
"Orchard Building. Fourth floor."
"I'll see you tomorrow then. What time do you expect me to come?"
"Around one pm, is that okay with you?"
After hanging up the phone, Stacie sat on her bed with her head in the cloud, still overwhelmed by the fact that she will get her first salary from her new boss.
"Are you sure it's about the salary or you're excited to see Hoya?" a voice boomed from the back of her mind.
She quickly got up and grabbed her laptop. Maybe, writing would take her mind off from her conversation with Hoya.
An hour later, her document is still empty. Just a few lines she couldn't understand herself.
She decided to prepare her dress for tomorrow. She wanted to look good, and by good she meant professional.
It was already half past twelve and she was still on her way. The traffic in that district is no joke and the weather did not help either. It started to drizzle as she was about to leave home and it poured while she was on the cab.
She had to thank her lucky stars that she managed to arrive five minutes before one.
After getting the visitor's pass from the receptionist, she took the elevator and followed the instruction given to her.
A girl, about her age, opened the door and guided her to Hoya's office. Hoya's company, whatever it was, seemed to be occupying the whole fourth floor.
She wondered where Madison is.
"Hoya is in a meeting. He'll be here in about ten minutes," Hoya's staff said as she unlocked the door with her key card. She is definitely more courteous compared to Madison "Do you want something to drink?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, Miss-"
"Claire," she replied with a sweet smile. "I'll be in the lobby if you need anything."
As Claire left, Stacie slowly opened the heavy wooden door. It didn't make a sound.
But she heard noises coming from the room.
She was stunned to see Hoya with a gorgeous woman.
Engaged in a passionate kiss.