While I was waiting on tenterhooks for a publisher to realise how brilliant my first novel was and rush to offer me millions for the rights to publish...it before Hollywood beat them to it, my newly acquired agent offered me a couple of commissions. One was for a trade magazine that was directed at the motor trade, another for a magazine that was sent out free to every printing company. Trade magazines exist solely on advertising, and both publishers needed articles written on a specific aspect. Everybody knew that. All he had to do was find Beth's and read it. He grinned in anticipation, deciding that whatever he couldn't get from there he could always as Beth. After all, she'd be just down the street a little way. "Yeah." He muttered aloud, "That might work." Smiling to himself, Brandon reached down and picked up the necklace that was still around his neck. As he stared at it, he frowned and pulled it off for a better look. For some reason the necklace just didn't look quite as. I feel like a girl please do not tell this to anyone. I was about to cry and then he looked at me raise my head and said don’t worry about it and I won’t tell anyone. He comforted me in many ways and I was somehow okay with that. We then said goodbye and thanked them for such a party they smile and Shravya asked me and Rohit to visit them occasionally and we said yes and went to our hostel.Days passed and they used to call me and everything was getting into normal things but god had decided. We won! Who would have thought that would happen. I suppose with a little coaching, and a little trust in your coach’s tips, you can get quite far. I feel content, and we move back towards the bar for a celebratory round of beers. It has gotten far busier now. The man comes to sit next to me fairly soon, and we have a chat. He’s a charmer, and knows how to make me laugh. As we’re talking, he moves his hand onto my leg. He continues his story about something amusing, while his hand slowly moves.