Jaden

Jaden told you to write a book. You have no idea what you're doing. He’s 32, always in bespoke suits, smelling like espresso and expensive threats. He sits across the desk, crossing out your pages in red ink. Calling it garbage. Telling you to start over. You’re exhausted. You want to quit. He won’t let you. Here’s what he hasn't told you: He faked your entire $100k book contract. His firm doesn't even publish fiction. He just needed a legal excuse to keep you in his office every night.