Meet Me In The Car

Before I could fire back another mental retort, the heavy double doors of the executive suite swung open.

Yerin practically bounded into the office like a hyperactive puppy, her dark eyes sparkling behind her glasses, while Sarah walked in smoothly behind her, carrying two steaming cups of coffee from the VIP staff lounge.

"Seth!!" Yerin gasped, rushing over and dropping onto my lap on the leather sofa, wrapping her arms around my neck without a second of hesitation. "Tell me you have good news! Did you manage to write anything? Or do I have to prepare myself to sing 'One, Two, Three, Four' on live international television?"

I let out an amused laugh, wrapping one hand around her waist to steady her while my other hand rested lightly on her thigh. "Relax, goblin. Have a little faith in your boyfriend."

I tapped the notepad resting on the coffee table, showing her the two handwritten, meticulously structured lyric sheets.