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someone like J.L. Lewis? She'll
    wreck her career in record time."
    Miss. Harris gave him a shocked and hurt look. Damn if he didn't feel like he just kicked a puppy, but she needed to hear
    the truth.
    "That was uncalled for, Nick," Rick said, trying to hand Miss. Harris a box of tissues. She shook her head, averting her
    gaze.
    "It was dead on and you know it, Rick. If you want to train her go for it, but don't leave J.L. in her incapable hands."
    Rick sighed. "I wasn't going to, but you didn't exactly give me a chance to discuss it with you."
    "You weren't?" he asked, sounding surprised.
    "No. Some things are going to be changing around here. For you at least."
    Jamie bit her lip to stop herself from protesting. This guy was a...he was....a jerk! Did she really trust him to handle J.L.'s
    career? No, but she didn't have a choice anymore.
    "What do you mean?" Mr. Quinn demanded.
    "What I mean is you will be training Miss. Harris. You will help her get the look she needs as well as the skills."
    "Rick, that's not-"
    "In return you will also get to sign J.L. Lewis as your client. As well as oversee the rest of her clients."
    "Seriously?"
    "Seriously."
    "That's great! I already made some contacts. I think if we get her face out there and get her to do a few interviews before
    we start the book tour for her new book that we'll be able to count on huge sales for the printed book as well as the e-book."
    Jamie cringed further into herself. Interviews? Book sales? Could J.L. do this?
    "Before you get too carried away, Nick, you should probably know something," Rick said.
    Jamie couldn't help but glance at the man from the corner of her eye to see his reaction. She didn't want to, but she found
    herself helpless to do anything else.
    "If you have a problem with Miss. Harris then you're not going to be too happy with J.L.," Rick said carefully.
    "And why is that?"
    "Because I'm J.L. Lewis," Jamie answered softly.
    Chapter 3
    This was definitely one of those "oh, shit" moments. He just insulted the woman he was dying to sign. Granted he thought
    he was insulting the hermit standing between him the author he wanted to sign.
    Ah hell, there was nowhere to go but forward with this one.
    "You're J.L. Lewis?" he asked in what he knew was his most charming tone. Apparently the little hermit didn't know that
    because she only nodded.
    A thought occurred to him. "Rick, how exactly is she supposed to represent other clients if she is busy writing and
    promoting her own work?"
    "She won't be. Her job here is strictly editing. She's easily one of the best editors I've ever come across. Her clients trust
    her and we can work with that. They know their books will be handled by others and they're fine with that as long as Jamie
    gives their books a final look over before it goes to print."
    "So, her job here is just to give the final editorial approval before a book goes to print?" Nick asked.
    Rick nodded. "That and to write and promote her books. You're right about her potential. I really think she'll reach Dana's
    level with the right help."
    He'd heard of pampering authors before, but this was ridiculous. They created a job for her to keep her happy? It was
    ridiculous to pay her as an editor when what she really was a proof reader.
    "These authors need someone to work with. A proofreader isn't what they need. Who's going to promote their work or
    organize book signings?" he asked.
    She frowned. "I'm not a proof reader."
    "No, you're not," Rick agreed, to keep her happy? Nick wasn't sure.
    Rick turned his attention on him. "I've decided to let you have first pick. The rest of the clients I want you to assign away.
    What I suggest is that Miss. Harris get the manuscripts right before they're ready to go to print."
    Nick frowned. "So, you're making us proofreaders?"
    "Only on these clients. It's what they want. She's known for having a sharp eye and good taste. She never takes out too
    much and she has a hell of a knack for detail. Other than