chapter fifty six

MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

I walked nervously into the publisher's office, my heart racing with anticipation. I had never expected my first book to be such a success, but here I was, being invited to meet with my publisher to discuss a potential second book.

The office was spacious and filled with bookshelves, showcasing the company's most successful publications. I could feel the weight of the moment, as I sat down on the chair in front of the publisher's desk. I tried to stay calm, but my excitement was palpable.

The publisher, a middle-aged woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense attitude, sat across from me. She wore a smart business suit and had a stack of papers on her desk, which I assumed was her manuscript.

"So, Max," the publisher began, flipping through the pages of Max's book. "I have to say, we were impressed with your debut novel. It's been selling like hotcakes, and the reviews have been great. You're a talented writer."

I blushed at th