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anywhere
near Olive Bunce or --"

"On the contrary, Rog, you are. You're going out to California, in just three
weeks," said the publisher. "Otherwise . . . " Shrugging, he glanced over his
shoulder at the door.

"You can't fire me. I have tenure, not to mention --"

"Tenure is for academics. But, don't fret, if you can bring off this simple
task, you're set for life."

"Any chore that remotely involves Olive Bunce cannot be classified as simple."

"Follow along with me as I explain things to you." His boss smoothed out the
fax
he'd been clutching. "For the past two years, lord only knows why, Olive Bunce
has been the top mystery thriller writer in the nation. Her latest compilation
of tripe, Red Blood Reigns, has been on the lamebrained Times best-seller list
for untold eons. The paperback of her Blood upon the Rose is already #2 on the
--"

"It jumped to #1 this past weekend. But, be that as it may, Lex, I won't be--"

"Let me make two very important points. Firstly, Olive Bunce's contract with
Blitzkrieg Books is about to expire. She is now being courted by just about
every major publisher."

"I hear Barson & Sons offered her $42,000,000 for her next three --"

"We can match any offer those nitwits make. In fact, we'll top anybody's
offer,"
the publisher assured him as he came inching forward. "And we have an ace in
the
hole in you."

"Nope, not an ace. A Jack or a Queen, maybe a ten, but --"

"She loves you, doesn't she?"

"Loved. Years in the past. Maybe."

"I'm betting she still does. Those college romances are intense and never
forgotten."

"We only dated for about one semester, Lex, and I'm sorry now I ever mentioned
it to you. The thing is, we weren't exactly Scott and Zelda or--"

"But you slept with her, didn't you?"