Gemotions

A shiver of pure delight ran down her spine. The email arrived! Finally, her agent had secured a meeting with her writing hero, the notoriously difficult, but brilliant, Silas Finch. He was a master of his craft, and she'd spent years mimicking his style.

She spent the day prepping, re-reading every Finch book she owned, polishing her own writing, and trying to act calm. Every nerve in her body was buzzing with energy.

A friend messaged, "Did you see this?" A link. An article about Finch’s new work. Her blood turned to ice. It had been pulled from an old forum, featuring a series of unpublished stories. Hers.