Falling in love with Ms. Bennet

Chapter 1

In the quiet life of Amanda Adams, a phone call broke her habitual activities on a humid morning in summer. 

"Hello?" She answered, somehow tensed that the caller was from an unknown number.

"Is this Amanda Adams?" the caller asked.

There are only five numbers in Amanda's phone: Her mom, her sister, her best friend: Gillian, her gay best friend/ manager: Gorgy and her publisher: The Hudson Publishing company. Having an unknown caller for the first time made her anxious.

"Y-Yes?"

"Good morning, Ms. Adams. I am Harold Hudson, the owner of the Hudson Publishing Company" the caller said.

Oh my god. The owner? Amanda was getting even more anxious. Have I done something wrong? Is he going to stop the publishing? Did I commit plagiarism?

"If you don't have anything to do today, please come by at the office. I want to have a personal discussion with you about your book: The Last Letter."

"The Last Letter", was Amanda's literary masterpiece which sold thousands of copies all around the world; in over 3 years of her career. The reviews were high, the critics praised her work. Why would he personally want to talk to me?

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Amanda arrived at the company, 10 minutes before the said time to meet with Mr. Hudson. In the last three years, Amanda barely went out from her apartment. "I haven't slept in three days" was what she always said when her two best friends would invite her to go out on a Friday night. Or "I have to finish the novel" or "I don't have clothes to wear" (which was somehow excusable since she doesn't have the "time" to wash them) and the list goes on and on.

But she can't say that now. This is way too important to miss.

It has already been an hour since Amanda has been waiting for him in the lobby, watching busy people in their suits walking in and out of the company. She slightly placed her fingers on her legs, quite nervous as she assumed of any possible things that could go wrong between her and the publishing company. 

"Ms. Adams, you can now proceed to the penthouse. Mr. Hudson is waiting for you." The lady in a suit who seems to be his secretary, called her.

Amanda nodded and followed the lady up to the penthouse.

"Ms. Adams, I've finally met you." Mr. Harold Hudson took out his hand to her the moment he saw her. He managed to give a smile to this no-poise, fragile-looking woman; skin so pristine and pale. Her hair: frizzled and black like a raven's. She dressed in a blue sweater and a beige long skirt that reached down inches below her knees. I haven't seen young women who still wear long skirts like that. But if there was one hopeful thing that looks appealing to the eye, it was her beautiful large blue eyes beneath those black generic swing type eye glass. 

Amanda was rather impressed at Mr. Hudson. He was a charming old man. With his white beard, white designer suit, a golden cane, and three rings with different gems in his fingers, that made an impression of him as the godfather.

Amanda nervously shook Mr. Hudson's hand, subtly speaking a few words, "M-M-Me too, Mr. Hudson."

"Please have a seat." The "Godfather" offered, opening his palm towards the black leathered arm chair.

"Is there something wrong with the book, sir?" she finally asked the question that she has been dying to ask.

He looked at her, eyebrows arched. "The Last Letter? Oh no. Absolutely not." Mr. Hudson assured her with a warm smile. He knew just by looking at those large worried eyes that she was troubled by the sudden phone call so he decided to not linger anymore. "In fact, the book was so brilliant that I wanted to make it into a film."