[Maeve] I tried my hardest not to include the 'godforsaken' in that last bit of the agreement. ‘It wouldn't be professional,’ I told myself, but after the hell and humiliation he has put me through for the last twenty-four hours, my wish is that I had the guts to put in even more. So at the completion, I glare at him and dare him to refuse any of this. Unfortunately he does, but so calmly that it aggravates me even more. "Insults on a legal document can render it void," he sa

[Lennon] I honestly cannot tell whether I am back on this floor because I am actually hungry or because I am curious. What is undeniable though is that I am restless since I couldn't even manage to change my clothes before heading back down. Ultimately, it pays off because I am just in time to hear her door creak open. It takes a little while for her to notice me since her gaze is trained on the staircase as she creeps over, but the moment she does, her eyes go wide. Wordless

[Maeve] "Where the hell have you been!?" I almost have to pull the phone away from my ear at Juniper's yell. "I’m sorry," I apologize, understanding her worry and frustration at being unable to reach me. "What do you mean you’re sorry? One minute you tell me you’re at the airport, on your way, and the next, I can’t reach you. It’s almost 4 am. I was going to announce you as missing on the news tomorrow." “Yeah,” I reply, lowering my voice, especially with the man riding besid

"Cause and context are a greater tell of your true intentions than the outcome," the publisher's attorney reiterates Lennon's concluding statement. "Mr. Sanders, do you in any way understand Mr. Guild's meaning behind these words?" The defendant stares pointedly at the lawyer from across the room. "He’s trying to say, I suppose, that my reasons for doing my best and being fair to my writers were selfish, as per his accusations of tax and benefits evasion, as well as underpaym

[Maeve] Everything is a blur as I come to. As my vision slowly clears, however, this gives way to a spell of dizziness. So, I shut my eyes and simply try to recall all that happened. It doesn’t take long, and by the time all is clear, my eyes shoot wide open in horror. Had it all been a dream? I'd been in jail - grand larceny charges. I'd also asked what the penalty was for this felony, and it was twenty-five years in prison! At this, I instantly try to get up, my heart dropp

[Lennon] "Want to tell me what all of this is really about?" Charles asks as I emerge from the meeting room. However, as has been the case all day, I do not want to speak. Not yet. So I continue to walk ahead without saying a single word. "Lennon!" His tone is loud and harsh, so I am forced to come to a stop. I turn around to face him. "We need to get ready for her arraignment first thing in the morning. She has to be released, and this case has to be dismissed. I'll get Matt

[Maeve] It is abundantly evident to me that I will rot here if I do not reach out for help. However, even though I am entitled to a phone call, I have no idea who to ask for help. So far, I have heard from another inmate who appears to have been arrested for prostitution that my bail will be set at nothing less than a million dollars. So all I can do now is huddle in the corner in the shadows and stare at the bars of the cell. My strength is completely drained, so I am certai

[Lennon] "Where did they take her?" I ask Orion as I stare out at the setting sun. “QMDC.” I go quiet. "Do you have eyes on her in there?" "No," he replies, but I'm working on it. I am momentarily quiet again. "What else did you find?" "So far, just general information. Nothing out of the ordinary. The problem is that I don’t know specifically what you want me to look for." "I don’t know either," I reply. "Alright then," he says. "As far as backgrounds go, there's no way she

[Maeve] It turns out that traipsing through the world in the morning with a hotel robe and white cotton slippers, is guaranteed to get you more stares than a baby pointing a loaded gun. At first, I give a fuck, but slowly, as I count down the hours, then minutes, and eventually seconds it will take me to get to the travel store in Brooklyn, I care less. Perhaps the bone in me that couldn't be embarrassed had ground into dust because when I finally arrive at the travel store t