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Brennan is rifling quasi-frantically through a box of papers. Correspondence mostly. And contracts. All of it from her literary agent, publishing house, and publicist.
Sitting a little apart from the other papers is a glossy black folder overlaid with X-ray graphics. On top of it is a letter. Every few seconds Brennan gives the pair a glance of what can only be described as horrified disbelief.
She will admit that, over the last couple of months, she had been distracted. Between Gormogon, Zach, the administrative review, and tensions in the lab, in retrospect she had been overwhelmed and not at her best, mentally or emotionally. And she does vaguely recall signing something from her agent about agreeing to act in an advisory capacity for a forensics television show. And yes, she probably (clearly) hadn’t read it as closely as she should have.
But surely, surely she’d remember if she had signed off on a television show inspired not only by her books, but by her life.
Right?
Right?
Sitting a little apart from the other papers is a glossy black folder overlaid with X-ray graphics. On top of it is a letter. Every few seconds Brennan gives the pair a glance of what can only be described as horrified disbelief.
She will admit that, over the last couple of months, she had been distracted. Between Gormogon, Zach, the administrative review, and tensions in the lab, in retrospect she had been overwhelmed and not at her best, mentally or emotionally. And she does vaguely recall signing something from her agent about agreeing to act in an advisory capacity for a forensics television show. And yes, she probably (clearly) hadn’t read it as closely as she should have.
But surely, surely she’d remember if she had signed off on a television show inspired not only by her books, but by her life.
Right?
Right?