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Time stood still as Renaldo

delicately placed
one hand softly on her cheek.

Did he, though?

Time stood still as...

How can time stand still?

Renaldo touched Isolde's cheek.

Time did or did not stand still.

Super writing, Savannah.

Good morning, roomie.

Good morning.
How's it going?

You ready?
I've been up all night

rewriting sections just in case
I need an alternative.

For the whole book?

I just...
I need it to go perfectly.

Claire Donovan has already
read your manuscript, okay?

The editor of romance at Baird Books.

You have a meeting with her.
It's gonna be great.

And she wouldn't set a meeting
if it was bad, right?

Right.

I've been working
on this manuscript

for three years, Lyla.

What if Pendleton Publishing

learns that I'm talking to the competition?

I mean, I need this job,
and I'm good at it.

Will you stop overthinking?

Pendleton would never
publish a romance novel.

If you're serious about
becoming an author,

this is your next step.

See you at work.
Mm-hm. You got this.

Claire.

Hi.
Savannah.

Good to see you.
You, too.

Thank you for making the time
to meet so early.

With our authors visiting
this weekend, I am booked solid.

I get my best editing done
before the day begins,

so this works great.
Great.

So, tell me, how is everything
at Pendleton Publishing?

Still the head of the acquisitions team?

I am. Yes.

Things look a little different
now that we've downsized.

The team consists of just me,

which is why it's taken me so long

to get my manuscript back to you.

You're a good writer, Savannah.

I think you have a voice for romance.

That's... That's amazing. Thank you.

But it isn't ready yet.

Oh. I see.

A few emotional beats work,
but many are missing.

You have chemistry between your leads,

but it starts way too late
and ends too fast.

And your protagonist Isolde, too passive.

Things happen to her instead
of her making her own choices.

Romance readers want to see her
go after what she wants.

And your ending. It needs work.

The big emotional climax feels rushed.

I've rewritten it several times.

If you're serious about ever
getting this published,

read it again thinking about what I said

and make the necessary adjustments.

Okay. I will.

Savannah, I'm retiring soon.

This is my last shot at getting
something in that I believe in.

And I believe in you and this book.

But you have a lot of work
to do to get this ready

for me to present.
How much time do I have?

I'd need a solid revision in two weeks

to submit to my team.

Okay, I will get it done.

Good. I look forward to reading it.

Oh, that's the office.

Hello? Hey.

Okay.

How'd it go?

Uh, good.

She liked it,
but said it needs a lot of work.

Like a lot, a lot. I have two
weeks to rewrite the entire book

if I want it ready in time for
her to present to her company

before she retires.

That's great news.
How?

I basically have to rewrite
the whole thing.

She's retiring. If she didn't
think you were worth it,

she wouldn't have you try again
and come back.

Pendleton Publishing has been
a cornerstone of the nonfiction

and literary fiction markets
for over 50 years.

Here, we actually believe
in the content we produce.

Unlike other publishing houses

lining the grocery store shelves
with commercial fiction,

we work tirelessly

to produce only the most curated

and vetted manuscripts worth printing.

I would like you to give a warm welcome

to a man whose experience

at one of the most successful
publishing houses

will help us to prune in order
to blossom in our future.

Mr. Pendleton,
I'm thrilled to welcome you

as vice president
of Pendleton Publishing.

Good old nepotism at its finest.

I am William Pendleton.

I'm... I'm very excited
to be here with you all.

Uh, I want us to remember

that today is the Author Appreciation Day

and that those authors
represent half of our sales.

But also, please be mindful that
many of our authors are afraid

because many of the publishing
houses are closing, so...

Uh, I'm sorry.

Seriously, Savannah.

Sorry. Excuse me.
Okay.

Nothing to see here. Carry on.

William.

Please continue.

As I was saying,
based on these closures...

He saw. He knows.

There's no way. It was one page.

That's all he needed.
We can wrap this up.

I look forward
to getting to know all of you

over the coming days.

Thank you.

She said pruning.
Pruning means cutting.

Do you think that means that
some of us might be laid off?

The fact that you're asking that question

means you're probably on the list.

List?

There's a list.
Clive, don't worry about it.

Mrs. Pendleton says that
every year. You're fine.

Savannah. Hey.
Hi, Sam.

That was something.

A lot of paper and really poor timing.

Yeah, but everything's okay?

Just an occupational hazard.

Cool. All right. If you need
anything for the author event,

I'll be around today. Just let me know.

Thank you.
All right.

You know he has a crush.

Sam? No, we're just friends.

Mm. Mm-hm.

What if Clive is right?

What if Mrs. Pendleton brought
in her son to cut some of us?

I mean, if there's a list,
I am definitely at the top of it

after what just happened.

Maybe he didn't get a good look.

Oh, no. He read it, I saw him.

And of all the pages in the book,

"Time stood still as he placed
one hand softly on her cheek

as they sat entwined
beneath the maple tree,

the whisper of the wind gently blowing.

Isolde's sun-kissed blonde hair

"back from her hazel eyes."

Okay, yeah.

He knows.
Mm-hm.

People are already scared.

Don't give them any reason
to notice you.

I don't want to lose my job.

And I don't want to give up
being an author yet either.

I... Maybe I can just...
I'll hide the manuscript

until after the author event tonight

and hope that he just
doesn't remember anything.

Sure, because them entwined
under the maple tree

with whispering wind
is so easily forgettable.

On a positive note, it's memorable.

No. I need him to forget.

How?
By laying low.

Oh.

I'm fine.

Oh, yeah. That'll totally
make him forget you.

I'll be back. Promise.

There she is. Pendleton
Publishing's top-selling author.

Top-selling author.
It's a bit of a stretch.

Not entirely.
Hm?

That book is greatly responsible

for a better than satisfactory year.

And as I'm sure you know,

Pendleton can use
all the help they can get,

even from as unlikely a source
as an influencer.

Of course.

All that said, watching
Giselle fawn over her is a...

Bit overly dramatic.

Sorry, that was out of line.

No. You're right. That book is essentially

just a collection of social
media captions, is it not?

Yeah, it is.

Hm.

And yet it outsells
everything else we publish.

What does that tell you?

I guess people would rather read
social media captions

than a good book.

Or it could mean people want
something that feels authentic,

something that they relate to.

But my mother, uh,

she built this company
with a very specific philosophy,

elevated, refined, intellectual.

And I respect that.

But, um...

But you don't agree?

No, I do. I just, I think there's room

for, uh, more than one
kind of story in the world.

Agree to disagree, Ms. Cade?

Oh, I agree.

I'm just surprised to hear you say it.

I mean, publishing houses throw
away untold amounts of money

printing books that nobody wants to read

whilst turning their noses up at things

that people actually want.

I think we can tell good stories

no matter the way we get there.

The, uh, pages that you were
editing in the meeting.

I can explain. I'm sorry.

No, no, I was impressed, actually.

It's bold enough to be multitasking

at one of my mother's meetings.

What exactly were you working on?

I looked like a manuscript.
For my author.

Yeah. Oh, that's actually her. I should go.

Excuse me.

Hi. How are you?

Hm.

Hi.
Hi.

Uh, today was a great day.
Why are you not excited?

William knows.

He didn't say it in those exact
words, but he's, you know.

Cute.

What? No, I mean...

Maybe. He's... He's smart, and
he's mysterious and confident.

Not in a good way.
Right.

Because smart, mysterious
and confident

can all be super sketchy.

You know what I mean.

I can say with the utmost
certainty, I do not.

But I do know that Claire Donovan,

who is about to retire, wants
to read your manuscript again.

Yes. And she needs rewrites
in two weeks.

That's details.

My manuscript.

I left it at work.

I'll be back in an hour.
Go. Okay.

"Your protagonist is too passive.

Why doesn't she take initiative?

That would make it
a much more compelling

and interesting story."

That is ridiculous.

"Nice dialogue here,
but it could use more subtext."

What? "Nice"?

"This metaphor doesn't quite work.

What are you really trying to say?"

"This is good, but you have
an opportunity to be great.

A fellow storyteller."

A fellow storyteller.

Who are you?

"This is good." Good.

"But you have an opportunity
to be great."

Huh.

"A fellow storyteller."

A fellow storyteller.

Oh.

Sam.

You scared me.

Yeah, I could say the same for you.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

Yeah. Yeah.

I just... I mean, it's late.

Oh, yeah. With Mrs. Pendleton's
son working here now,

I thought I should stay late
and clean up some contracts.

You?

Me? What... What about me?

What are you doing here so late?

Oh, I forgot a manuscript.

It's for an author of mine.
Not "mine" mine,

but a friend of mine. I'm just

I'm helping with edits.
Okay.

Hey, have you seen
anyone else here tonight?

No. Just the cleaning crew.

Right.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

No, I'm just trying to figure out the...

Book.
Hm?

That you're editing.
Yes. The book.

You know, you've always been
supportive of my writing ideas,

so your friend's really lucky to have you.

See you Monday.
Bye.

Someone found it, and they wrote notes,

as in editorial notes, in the margins.

I mean, that's... That's invasive, right?

"Your protagonist is too passive

right from the beginning."

That's actually really good feedback.

Well, that's not the point.
The point is someone found it,

and now they know
I'm writing a romance book.

Okay.

But whoever they are,
they're being helpful, right?

They wrote nice dialog here.
That's encouraging.

Or it's... It's a trap.

A trap for what?

I don't know.

Maybe they're trying to collect evidence

to bring to Mrs. Pendleton.

Uh...

Okay. Think about it.

Who at Pendleton

would read several chapters
of your manuscript,

then leave what seems to be
very helpful editorial notes

instead of just turning you in?

No one knows about my secret room.

Well, someone does.

Whoever it is has very nice handwriting.

Neat.

Confident.

Could it be Giselle?
No.

Giselle would have
turned me in immediately.

Yeah. What about Clive?

Clive does keep track
of everyone for Mrs. Pendleton,

but I don't know.

Karen in Billing?

Uh... No.
No.

Sam. He was at the office just now.

Sam in Contracts? No.

Yes, yes, he's a frustrated writer.

He happened to work late tonight.

So, add him to the list of suspects.

Okay, well, that leaves William.

I mean, maybe he was
exploring the building

and he found my room.

He used to be an editor, right?

Right. So he would leave notes.
And he saw the page.

No, he's also Mrs. Pendleton's son.

If he found my manuscript,

he definitely would have turned me in.

Whoever it is thinks
very highly of themselves.

I mean, who leaves notes
without being asked for them?

Someone who must like what they read.

First.

Bold of you, whoever you are.

Second.

You have no idea

how long I've been working on this book,

but I will tell you.

Three long years.

Three.

How do I know you have
my best interest at heart?

I don't.

So, forgive me,

but I am not about to throw

three years of hard work down the drain

and just randomly trust whoever you are.

Thank you, but no, thank you.

Oh, rise and shine, sleepyhead.

Oh.

You wrote back?

Uh, yeah. Kind of.

I, uh, I said thank you, but no, thank you.

Uh-huh.
I have no idea who it is.

Ah. Well, they said it was
a fellow storyteller, right?

Yeah, but what does that even mean?

If it's someone at work,

which we have to assume that it is,

it means that they now know

someone else at work
is writing a romance novel.

At least all they have is my pen name.

So, what happens now?

I guess we wait and see
if they write back.

Hmm.

Your move.

Thank you for coming in early.
Mr. Pendleton.

Please call me William.

Looks like you have
everything under control here.

It looks great.

Oh, this is just what we always do.

If you weren't aware, your
mother's not a fan of change.

Oh, I had no idea.

Uh, how... How was your first day?

Oh, I'm still getting acquainted.

How would you describe it?

Me? How would I describe what?

I want to know what you think.
You've been on the inside.

You've been working here for some time.

I'm trying to understand what works here

and what might no longer serve us.

Okay.

Um, I think that Pendleton Publishing

is a company
that cares about its authors.

Sometimes, maybe to its own detriment.

Oh. How so?

Well, Pendleton doesn't publish
books because they'll sell fast.

We publish them
because they will matter later.

Sometimes you need an exception
to keep the company relevant.

For instance, if there's
a popular reality star

who wants to write her life story.

So, you agree with our decision
to publish the influencer book?

Yes. I think it was smart

for both financial
and professional reasons.

Your mother has made sure

the exceptions don't become the rule.

And this philosophy

is what has kept Pendleton standing.

Whether it can continue without
expansion remains to be seen.

Maybe that's why you left
the big publishing house

and came here.

What do you think of the employees?

I think most of the workers
here care about the company.

My author is the star of her own show.

She needs more chairs than the
ladies that write about words.

Some care more than others.

Hm.
Look.

About the manuscript
that I dropped in the meeting.

It didn't...
It's totally fine.

You might want to be a little
bit more careful in the future.

People don't always appreciate
everything

that comes across their desk.

Discretion matters.
Right.

My author is pulling up.

We should be waiting for her as a team.

Hm. Of course.

"Discretion and honesty matter,

which is why it is best
that I remain anonymous for now.

My first big problem with this book.

You need to let your protagonist choose,

even when that choice costs her.

You don't need to protect her from that.

"Readers won't either."

"What is the moment your leading
lady realizes

staying quiet will cost her
more than speaking up?

You don't have to listen to me,
but if you want this book

to be even remotely successful,

"I suggest taking
my notes into consideration."

I'm not saying

I'm going to implement

any of your notes.

However.

I will think about it.

If, and only if, I decide

they could be helpful,

then I would like to set

a few ground rules.

The notes stay focused on the book.

There is no sharing

beyond the pages.

Honesty is required.

But please be courteous about it.

Hey.

Anything?
Hi.

Yeah. Come in.

I reread the notes.

As much as I hate to admit it,

whoever is writing,

they're not terrible.

So, you're gonna use them?
I don't know.

I mean, if I don't like it,
I could always rewrite.

They asked me a question,
and it wasn't about the book,

but it made me think.

I excel at graphic design,

book covers and the occasional code,

not solving mysteries.

Okay. My protagonist, I keep
telling her to take risks,

and then every day, I show up at work

and I do the same thing.

I stay quiet.

It's good for survival and job security.

It's not great for peace of mind.

So, what are you going to do
about everything you just said?

There's a meeting coming up,
and I am head of the department.

You're the only one in the department.

Which means I'm the only one
who can speak up for the books.

They said to find the moment.

I mean, maybe this is the moment.

They, who? What... What moment?

I'll tell you later.

The past year required difficult decisions.

Pendleton publishes
works of lasting value,

and that does not change because
the market gets impatient.

My author wasn't approved
because she fit the list.

She was approved
because she fit the moment.

No advance, minimal overhead.

Well, that moment has passed.

Yes, her book performed better
than I expected

and decently for the market,

but that does not automatically
qualify her for a second book.

Of course not. I...
I wouldn't suggest otherwise.

Good. Because Pendleton
does not build on coincidence.

Which is precisely why
we must be careful.

I agree.

Care to elaborate, Ms. Cade?

I just... I think that protecting the work

also means finding ways to fund it.

One project could carry several others.

I see. And what are you suggesting?

Well, we've already seen that it works

with the influencer book.

Giselle did a great job
editing and promoting her.

I think now we need to find something

that's more aligned with Pendleton,

however, still outside the box.

And who decides which projects
get that privilege?

People who understand the numbers

and the responsibilities
that come with them.

Yeah. I mean, from a contract
standpoint, it definitely works

as long as the exceptions are deliberate.

And how many more of these exceptions

before we're no longer Pendleton?

I think when the exceptions
stop protecting the work,

and they start replacing it.

We'll continue this discussion
at our next meeting.

Clive.

Since you're suddenly full of ideas,

perhaps you could explain
to our best-selling author

why we're not putting her
second book into production.

I would be happy to help you
if you need it.

Way to take control of the meeting.

That was great.
It did not feel great.

Trust me, it was.

Nicely done, Savannah.

Thank you, Mr... Um, William.

I'm much more
comfortable staying quiet.

Well, there's always
the right time to speak up.

And today was that right time.

Sorry. What did you say?

Uh, just that, you know,

it's nice to speak your piece
every once in a while.

Right. Of course.

Thank you.
Hm.

Hi.

Long day.

Ooh, cookie.
Yeah.

Yeah. It is.

Is there something on my face?
Oh, I'm so embarrassed.

No, no, I was just thinking about earlier.

The meeting.

I still can't believe I spoke up.

I mean, I'm glad I did.
Those moments matter.

Yeah, no, I completely agree.

I don't think enough people act on them.

Do you regret speaking up?

I guess. Sometimes.

But I regret not speaking up more.

Yeah. You're right.

I think Mrs. Pendleton respects
when someone

understands the cost
before they open their mouth.

You think?
I do.

Contracts, they teach you that
everything has consequences.

Anyway, I should probably get back to it.

So, I'll see you.

"I must say, when you wrote
you were going to find

the moment in your own life,
I didn't believe you,

but it sounded like you did speak up,

knowing it could cost you.

Most people wait for certainty,

and you chose clarity and risk instead.

"Well done."

"If I had said this to my
ex-girlfriend when we first met,

she would have walked away.

The entire opening
needs to be rewritten."

What?

"And please pick different names
for your lead characters.

Renaldo sounds like a bullfighter.

Isolde sounds like
she belongs in an opera."

Hi.
Hi.

Okay. I really think it might be Sam.

The timing makes sense.

Remember late last night I saw
him when I found the notes?

Sam. I don't know.

Yeah, yeah. Then today he said

almost exactly what was written down.

And then he did it again
when we were getting coffee.

Why am I sensing a but?

No, no but. I just.

I don't know, I guess I thought

it would be clearer or more romantic.

It makes sense in my head.

It just... It doesn't make sense
anywhere else.

You're a romance writer.

Maybe you built the expectation up

to be some grand gesture of love.

Me, dramatize romance?
Mm-hm.

Yeah.

Savannah.

Come in.

Your mother
hasn't given you an office yet?

Sorry. That was supposed to be funny.

No, it was.

I just... I just really like it in here.

Please sit.

I'd come to work
with her sometimes

and just roam the halls
like it's my kingdom.

I guess it's no surprise

that I ended up in the literary field.

How about you?

Me?

I've always been obsessed with books.

Ever since The Bunny
And The Bear books.

I remember those.

Bunny used to show Bear
how to have fun,

and Bear would teach Bunny
to speak up.

Was that something like that?
Close. Yes.

Honestly, I should reread them.
I could use some inspiration

on speaking up at the moment.

Except with my authors.
They're easy to talk to.

Right. That makes sense.
Authors and their editors

always have a special relationship.

Yeah, regardless
of what the book is about,

authors write from their hearts.

It gets personal.

At least it does if it's good.

Hm.
Can I ask you something?

Please.

When you speak up at a meeting,

potentially with a different
opinion of, say, the boss.

Do you ever regret it afterwards?

Well, sometimes.

But then I remember that,

every time I haven't said what I wanted

well, it's always worked out worse, so.

And you don't say these things
because they're easy, Savannah.

You say them because
they mean something to you,

and that you're prepared
to deal with what happens after.

So, it's not a bad thing?

No, I don't think so.

I think it simply means that it matters.

Thank you.

I'll let you get back to work.
Sorry for bothering you.

Please. Savannah.

Are you free later?

I can be.
Great.

I'd like you to sit in on a meeting.

It's been years since I've dealt
with authors one-on-one.

And I hear you have a particularly

nice way of handling difficult situations.

Plus, I'd like to see you in action.

Uh, sure. Yeah.

Great. I'll see you here at 3.

Yeah.

Hey.

I finished the new book cover.

You want to see it?

Yes. Later.

I'm just prepping for a meeting.

I didn't see one on the schedule.

William asked me to sit in on one of his,

which could be a test.

He can judge me
without it being obvious,

and then he can gather
information to fire me.

Or... He asked you to join

because you're the very best at your job.

If you're right, it means maybe
William saw something in me.

And this could be a good thing,
not a "you're fired" thing.

It could be a very good thing.

Lyla. He's my boss.

I said nothing. You, however...

A meeting is not a thing.
It's work. It's a work thing.

Mm-hm. No one says it's not a thing

unless they feel like
it might actually be a thing.

The notes are a real thing.

And before you say anything,
I still think it's Sam.

I think he's the mystery editor.

He's thoughtful, deliberate,
thinks before he speaks.

That's how you are, too.

You're just getting better
about people hearing you.

I'm a work in progress.

"You opened the door without
knowing what would walk through.

That's the hardest part.

People think courage is loud. It isn't.

It's choosing not to close the door again."

He's right.

This isn't just about the book anymore.

"You don't speak to be heard.
You speak because staying quiet

would cost you
something you care about.

Like your characters,
Jonathan and Riley.

Much better name choices, by the way."

"The aftermath is
where most people get stuck,

second-guessing, rewriting,
convincing themselves

it would have been easier to say nothing.

"It wouldn't have been easier.
Just quieter."

I'm beginning to see that.

Also, thank you for the chair.

As much as I don't want to admit it

your notes are helpful.

I'm just saying, no one leaves

a big publishing house to come here

unless something went very wrong.

I don't know.
It's his mother's company.

People don't come home
unless they're restructuring.

And restructuring means regrouping.

And that means
something went very wrong.

So, you do think there
are going to be layoffs?

Well, I didn't say that,
but I didn't not say it either.

That's a lot of assumption.
Savannah.

We were just talking about,
you know, layoffs.

I heard.

Accusations like that
only make people more nervous.

From where I'm standing,
we need less of that

and more of an open mind.

Look, everyone is nervous.

But assuming
someone failed somewhere else

isn't the same
as knowing why they're here.

You're very confident for someone

who literally has two strikes against her.

I'm not confident. I'm aware.

And not that it needs explaining,

but William did bring me into
one of his meetings earlier.

He wanted to make sure that
we handled the author correctly.

I mean, if he wanted
to dismantle this company,

he wouldn't be listening to ideas

on how to make it more productive,

and he definitely wouldn't
be asking questions.

Questions are how
people decide what to cut.

They're also how
they decide what to protect.

So, you're not worried?

No. I think his intentions are good.

And I think we should all assume
that until proven otherwise.

Well, I hope you're right.

Otherwise, you might be
the next one looking for a job.

I'm hoping this is progress and
not another dramatic standoff

with your laptop. Those never end well.

Progress. Actual real progress.

Really? That's good.

Dare I ask if this has anything
to do with your mystery editor?

Maybe.

Mm.

You changed their names.

I like Jonathan and Riley so much more.

Editor's idea?

Yeah. He said Renaldo
sounded like a bullfighter,

and Isolde sounded like
she belonged in an opera.

I mean, he's not wrong.

He really isn't.

Mm-mm.

And he seems to like
all the other changes so far.

He keeps telling me I need
to stop protecting Riley.

That I'm getting in my own way.

Is he right?

Yes, which is deeply inconvenient.

Claire wants to meet tomorrow

to discuss where I'm at with the rewrite.

That's good.

He said something else. He said

I'm allowed to let Riley
choose the wrong thing.

That's how she figures out who she is.

Oh. He sounds like he's
thought about this a lot.

It's Sam, right?

It seems like it.
It makes the most sense.

Yeah.

Okay. I'll check in with you
again before I go to sleep.

But for what it's worth,
I like Jonathan and Riley.

They kind of remind me
of you and your mystery editor.

Me too.

"Jonathan makes choices. Riley reacts.

That's the difference."

"Jonathan
makes choices. Riley reacts.

That's the difference."

"You're still protecting her."

Not from the world, from herself.

If she doesn't risk being wrong,

"she'll never learn
what she actually wants."

I don't want her

to fail.

"I know what you're thinking,

and I don't want her to fail either.

But avoiding failure isn't
the same as choosing to grow,

"to dare to risk it all."

Wow. That's good. That's...

That's actually pretty good.

Sorry.

No, that was all me. Are you all right?

I'm fine. I was thinking.

Multitasking. Unsuccessfully, it seems.

That kind of dedication is
just the sign of a good editor.

Is it?
At least in my experience. Yes.

Well, for my author's sake,
I hope you're right.

I usually am.
Mm-hm.

So, are you running from
something or to someplace?

Neither. I'm just doing edits.

For your author.

Hm.

Well, they are lucky to have you.

As are we.

I'll see you later.
Yeah.

Clive. Hi.
Hi.

Do you know where the red pens are?

I checked the supply cabinet.

I couldn't find any.
We're out.

I need to order some more.

Which is strange because
Mrs. Pendleton

asked me to order them by the caseload.

They usually last for months.

Where did they go this time?
Don't know.

But someone's been getting
through them pretty fast.

Hm.

Thanks, Clive.

William also asked me
to reorder them this morning.

William. Our boss William?

No, the other one.

Yes, William.

That's his name on the door.

Thank you for meeting me here
on short notice.

My office is being turned
over to my replacement,

and there wasn't
a private room available today.

No problem. I can usually meet
for lunch anytime, anywhere.

I've read your new pages and
the name changes helped so well.

Jonathan and Riley feel grounded.

Solid, immediate improvement.

Great. I'm still revising. There are parts

I'm not quite done wrestling with.

Good. That means you're doing it
right and means you're invested.

The emotional spine is
stronger now as well,

but I want you to go further.

Further how?
Stop protecting her.

Let Riley risk it all for Jonathan.

Let the reader go on the journey with her

in finding her true love.

You need to let her risk everything.

Not because it's dramatic, but
because it's honest and real.

It could cost her everything,

but that is a risk
we want to take with her.

I've actually been thinking
about this a lot recently.

Uh, it's just, it's hard
to put her in jeopardy

after all she's been through.

Of course it is.

And that right there is why it works.

I'd also like you
to come up with a new title.

This book deserves it.

And before you ask me how, you'll know.

One day, you'll just know.

If you say so.

I'm wrapping up at Baird
a few days before I planned.

Can you get me a new draft
a few days sooner?

Yes. Yeah, I can. I will.

No pressure. Actually, full pressure,

but the really good kind.

Thank you, Claire, for
pushing me, for believing in me.

It's my favorite part of the job.

Oh, I have another meeting to run to.

But I'm excited, Savannah, truly.

And if I didn't think you
were worth it, I wouldn't be.

What are you doing?

Because it looked like
you were comparing

the red pen with your manuscript,

which is suspicious.

I'm just trying it out.

Switching it up. Seeing how it looks.

You know, trying
to be more open to change.

I've noticed that. It looks good on you.

Still, though.

What are you doing?

Fine. Clive told me that William
asked him to reorder pens.

Red pens for the office.

Interesting.

But everyone
in our business uses red pens.

Mm-hm.

Lyla.

What? I didn't say anything.

Yeah, not out loud,
but I know what you're implying.

Not implying.
Connecting the dots or pens.

Red ones.

It's Sam. I know it is.

The timing, the way that he talks.

You're right.

But it still might not be a bad idea

to get to know more about our new boss.

William?

Unless we got another new boss

this last week, yes, William.

Why?

He's involving you.

And we still don't know
what his intentions are

with the company yet.

Lastly, we can find out

what color pens
he might or might not use.

He's not interested in me like that.

And he's not the way
that my editor is with me.

Okay.

Well, don't forget, tonight's
the animal shelter fundraiser.

You said you'd help.

Did I?

Well, not in so many words,

but I said you'd help.
So, do it for the puppies.

Anything for the puppies.

"After Riley's story about her first date

and the love of twinkle lights,

I thought you'd like the addition.

I also thought they might ease my notes

you're about to read.

You're allowing your heroine to hesitate,

but she should be acting.

Repeated hesitation becomes avoidance.

"Is that your intention?"

Is that my intention? No.

"Ask yourself what Riley
is afraid will happen

if she actually tells Jonathan
what she wants,

what she truly feels for him."

Well, she's afraid

her words

will push him away.

And she will have

no one to blame

but herself.

That's my honest answer.

"Whatever you wrote in the margins,

let Riley say those words out loud."

So many what ifs.

What if he doesn't feel the same way?

What if their connection

is something

she imagined in her mind?

"I can already tell you my response

without reading what you just wrote.

Have you forgotten
you're the writer of this book,

the writer of your own story?

You can choose any outcome you want

"for your characters and yourself."

Okay. I'm listening.

Here you go.
Thank you. Thanks so much.

Did you invite William?

Why, is he here?
Uh-huh.

Why is he here?

I thought we just covered that.
Because I invited him.

And because he has money.
And the shelter likes money.

William, thanks for coming.

For dogs, anything.

They've all been adopted

except for one senior dog, Baxter.

The suggested donation is at the top.

But artistic freedom is encouraged.

- Right. Artistic, huh?
- Mm-hm.

I didn't think people still carried those.

I do. I just want to impress the dogs.

Dealer's choice.

I hope it's okay.

That is very generous. Thank you.

I'm going to go log this in.

Huh.

You're, uh...

You're good at this.

Helping people.

That's kind of my job.
Maybe.

But, I mean, you're not working now.

I have this feeling that you
would help pretty much anybody.

It's just... That's who you are.

What's the verdict?

Uh, they love him,

but they haven't committed quite yet.

Huh.

Follow my lead, okay?

Hey, honey. It's our boy, Baxter.

Uh, yes, our boy, Baxter.

Yeah, we fostered him with plans
to adopt, but...

We did? We did. Yes. Big plans.

Yeah, but this little lady, she was...

She was allergic, so.

I am allergic.
Mm-hm.

But Baxter here...

Oh, he... He is precious.

You know, these shelter dogs,
they only want love.

But this guy, he will give you more love

than you could possibly ask for.

I mean, look at that face. He's so cute.

You know what? I never know
if she means me or the dog.

You guys are gonna love him.
You know what?

You take that over to Lyla over there.

She'll get you an adoption form.

You're gonna love him.

You know, I think that Baxter
may have found his forever home.

Wow. Mr. Pendleton. Um

I mean, aside from my
unfortunate allergies, that...

That was actually very sweet.

Well, it was a team effort.

Hi. Would you like to apply
to adopt Baxter?

Amazing work. Yeah.

Here you are.

Thank you for staying to help.

Lyla did such a great thing here.

It's the... It's the least I could do.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

There's been a lot of talk
around Pendleton

about why you came here.

People are saying you left
the big publishing house

because something went wrong.

What do you think?

I think it's no one's business.

Hm.

My father passed away last year.

I remember hearing about that. I'm sorry.

I... I can't imagine how hard that is.

I know it was hard for your mother.

It's all right. I...

My dad started Pendleton with her,

and he was a silent partner, mostly.

When he got sick, I promised him

that I would come home
after the next thing.

And then after the next promotion.

Then the next deal.

It turns out there's always the next thing.

When he died, I.

I realized that I was not proud

of all the things that I had missed.

So, I told myself I would
not let that happen again.

So, that's why you came back?
Yeah.

So, I mean, people can say
what they want.

Those that I care about, they...
They know the truth.

That takes restraint.

Oh.

Yeah. Or...

Exhaustion.

Well, for whatever it's worth,

I think it's a good thing you came back.

For Pendleton. It's... It's great.

I mean, you're one
of the best editors there is.

I don't know about that.

It's been so long since I edited anything.

I don't know if I'd be
any good at it anymore.

Oh.

Uh, that was my mother.

I have to go.
Is everything okay?

I don't know.

Good night, Savannah.

Good night.

"No, I loved it. You let her say

everything she'd been feeling
and thinking.

Well done."

"Then you pulled back.

You took away what she had
just said to Jonathan."

What?

He's right.

You're right.

I got afraid for Riley.

What if I don't recognize myself

once I stop holding back?

Oh, I didn't mean me. I meant Riley.

Sam.

I did not realize anyone else
ever went in there.

Yeah, sometimes I just need
a moment of silence.

Peace and quiet.
Oh.

Yeah. I guess that is
the perfect place for that.

Mm-hm.

Anyway, I heard the fundraiser went well.

It did.
Good.

So, what are you working on?

Oh, well, believe it or not, contracts

for Before The Weather Changed.

It's supposed to be really good,
so hopefully it works out.

I should let you get to work.

I should get back to it.
Uh, talk to you later?

Mm-hm.
All right.

A matter
has been brought to my attention

that needs clarification.

It seems that during work hours,

Ms. Cade was seen
with a rival publisher.

I'm not asking if this meeting took place.

I know it did, from a reliable source.

And since you now oversee
our editorial staff,

were you aware of what your
staff is doing behind our backs?

And, Ms. Cade, would you care
to explain why you met

with a senior editor from
a competing publishing house?

Yeah, I... Well

I asked her to go.

Why would you do that?

Claire Shapiro has decades
of experience

in a market
that we do not currently serve.

And we do not serve
that market intentionally.

Sending an editor without disclosure

is an issue that will require
further discussion.

Understood.
Could we have a moment, please?

Mm-hm.

What exactly was discussed?

General perspectives. Market shifts.

Potential authors. Thank you, Savannah.

You have to understand.
This market is changing.

William.
You don't have to say anything.

I do. I do. I do. Thank you
for what you just did in there.

You were put in an impossible position.

But you could have let me explain.

You didn't have to step in like that.

I didn't think you should have to.

What you did wasn't reckless.

It was... It was curious.

There's a difference.
Still.

I put you in a really difficult situation.

I mean, perhaps, but...
But that was my choice.

Um, Savannah, I just want to be clear.

What... What happened in there,

it was about the company.
It was about how I lead,

and not...

Not about anything else.

Of course. Yeah, I understand.

I'll see you later.

Mrs. Pendleton called me into her office

and said that she had proof

I met with Claire.

It has to be Giselle, I know it.

What? How? I mean, what did you say?

I didn't have a chance to explain.

William was there as well,
and before I could say anything,

he just... He spoke up.

He told his mom that he asked me to go.

That's a big deal that your boss

is taking your side over his mother's.

Yeah.
How did you feel about that?

Obviously, I am grateful and relieved.

But I don't know.
Something felt off balance.

I mean, he...

He said it was about his
leadership and the company,

which makes sense.

It might to him. But does it to you?

I guess.

I don't know, it... It felt personal.

Well, maybe it was.

But he is the boss.

Yeah.
Yeah.

And if we ever thought for a second

he was the mystery editor,
we can rule him out,

because he told me that he has
not edited in a very long time.

So, it's still Sam?
Yeah.

Hm.

I read the new pages, which are fire.

Don't get me wrong, it's still
you in all the ways that I love.

But these notes that you've been getting

are bringing out your best.

I think Claire is going
to love this rewrite.

Now, if you could just get back to work.

Because I really need to know
what Jonathan says to Riley

now that he knows how she feels.

Okay, I am going to need some caffeine

if I'm going to stay up writing all night.

One pot of strong coffee coming right up.

Thank you.

Morning.

Good morning to you. You're here early.

I could say the same to you.

I, um... I just wanted
to take care of a few things

before everyone got in.

You?

Yeah. I just like the quiet.

Did you have a good night?

Yes. Yeah, it was good and long.

I'm, uh... I'm actually working
on this passion project of mine.

Cool.

That's good.

Passion projects are good.

Oh, sorry. Do you want a coffee?
Here. Do you want that one?

Yeah, that's actually
why I came down here.

There you go.
Perfect.

Thank you.

Oh, you know what? I have to take this.

Can I talk to you later?
Yeah.

All right. I'll talk to you later.

Hey.

"As far as the notes are concerned,

I love what you've written and find myself

rooting for Jonathan and Riley,
much like I would for myself

should someone like her
ever cross my path."

"You said what if you
don't recognize yourself

once you stop holding back?

Yes, I know you said
you were referring to Riley,

"but I think we both know there
is much of you in your book."

"I've been thinking about what you wrote."

Not just the words,
but the pause before them.

I think you were asking to be understood.

So, I ask you, have you ever considered

"that your Jonathan feels the same way?"

"I'll leave you with this.

If you wait, you'll never get the chance

to be surprised by who you are

when someone chooses you back."

Ready?
Hm?

Ready to leave, as in go home?

Uh, I'm gonna stay a little later.

Get caught up on a few things.

Might this be because you spent
time in your secret room today?

Maybe.

Something feels different.

Not, like, romantic, but...

Maybe a little.

I don't know. It feels real.

I can't keep pretending
it won't matter who it is.

You want it to matter?

I think it already does.

Okay. I'll see you at home.

Still here?

Yeah. Heading home soon.

Long day?

But a good day.

Well, then I'm happy for you.

Um...

Good night, Savannah.

Good night.

I just need to grab something upstairs.

Of course. I'll see you tomorrow.

Mm-hm.

"Not sure when you'll see this,

but I wanted to make sure

it was here when you needed it.

You wrote a stunning confession,

but then erased its consequences.

Riley tells Jonathan everything she feels,

but then you immediately reassured her.

"You made her risk smaller
to ease the possible pain."

"If she says those words,

you have to give her heart
a chance to break.

Otherwise, it isn't courage.
It's performance.

If you don't trust the moment to breathe,

you rush to protect her
from what might happen next.

Ask yourself why, not as a writer,

"but as a person who wrote
those words on the page."

"If Riley is brave enough to say it,

she has to be brave enough

to live with the silence
that might follow."

I think I've been protecting Riley

because she doesn't trust anyone to stay

once she tells the truth.

Writing this, I realize
I've been protecting myself too.

But you read what I was afraid
to say and haven't turned away.

I know this book is about
Jonathan and Riley.

But.

I think I'm ready to admit
it's about more than the book.

And I trust you with that.

As scary as it is to ask this.

Is this about more than the book
for you, too?

I don't want to write a story
or live my own life

where wanting less feels safe.

I thought I heard the faint
sound of brilliance.

You're still working?

I need to finish this last chapter.

Are you close?
Getting there.

I stayed late at work tonight,
and I'm glad I did.

I... I needed to see the notes he left.

Is it weird that I'm kind of sad
the book's almost done?

Not even a little.

What are you gonna do
when there's no more notes?

Currently weighing options,

but I have a pretty good idea.

You know, this rewrite has changed you.

You seem, I don't know, more
grounded than I've ever seen.

More sure. And ready.

I am.

Okay. Good night.
Good night.

"You asked if this was about
more than the book. It is."

You said you trust me,
so I'm going to ask you

to do something that proves it.

If this stays here
between the margins and ink,

then it never mattered
the way you think it does.

You owed the truth
to Jonathan and Riley,

and you owe it to yourself.

If you're ready to stop
writing in the margins

and take a chance,

leave the manuscript open to the end

where Riley risks losing it all for love.

If it's open, I'll know
you're ready to meet.

"I'll understand either way."

Do you need something, Giselle?

Just surprised you're still here.

Well, it's a work day.

Hm. Not what I meant, but okay.

Seems like someone went
way out of their way for you.

Good to know.

Savannah. Oh. I'm sorry.

No, I was just leaving.

Perfect timing. Thank you.

Yeah, I figured you could
use the interruption.

Now that I'm here,
can I ask you something?

Of course.

When you're working
on something that matters,

how do you know when to stop?

Like when you've said what you meant.

Because if you just keep
adjusting the ending,

you never really find out
what it was trying to say.

Uh-huh.

Uh, sometimes you just have to trust

that what it says is enough.

Yeah.

Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry.

I'm probably overthinking.

Me, too. I do that, too.

Yeah. Okay. Well, thank you.

Of course.

Hey. Taking over my office?

Hi. Yeah. I hope you don't mind.

I had a meeting with an author.

You're welcome to any room
in Pendleton, Savannah.

Actually, I was hoping
to catch you before you left.

How did it... How was...
How did the meeting go?

Great. We came up with a new title,

Forgotten Words And Why They Matter.

Uh, that sounds like something
my mother would really enjoy.

It really does.

Is... Is now a good time?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm... I'm

I'm meeting someone soon,
but I have a few minutes.

Okay. Only just because I've been

I've just been

I've been thinking a lot
about things recently.

And I don't want to assume
anything that is not there.

Okay.

But also I don't want to pretend

that something hasn't changed.

Because for me, it has.

And I guess I'm just asking
if you think there's any room

to see where that might lead.

Um

William, I...

For a long time,

I have stayed quiet because it felt safe.

It was easier for me
to just believe that's who I am.

But recently, something changed.

Someone helped me see
myself differently.

And we've become involved in a way.

I don't fully understand yet.

But what I do know
is, for the first time, I.

I feel chosen,

not overlooked, or convenient.

I've really enjoyed getting to know you

these last couple of weeks,

but I do feel like I owe it to myself

to give him a chance.

Yeah. It's... I'm... I'm

I'm glad that you found something.

And... And... And someone that matters.

I'm... I'm... I'm so happy for you.

Thank you.

Good... Good night, Savannah.
Good night.

Hey. You didn't wake me up
when you got home.

It was late. I needed to write.

So, how did it go
with your mystery editor?

He didn't show.

Oh.
Maybe he liked the mystery

more than the reality.

I'm so sorry.
It's okay.

I let Riley take a chance
on love in the book,

and I guess I wanted the same thing.

Her ending just turned out
better than mine.

But you know what?
What?

It's finished.

As in "finished" finished?

Yep. As in really finished.

Ah! So, what now?

Now I send it to Claire.

But not hiding under a pen name.

As Savannah Cade.
Hm.

And it's got a new title.
Oh.

I'm really proud of you.

Thank you.

I think I'm gonna leave
a copy for the mystery editor,

just in case.

I love everything about this idea,

but you should change out
of yesterday's clothes first.

No, I think year over year it's gone up.

Hey. Uh, can I let you go?
I have someone walking in.

Yeah. All right. Thank you.

Do you have a minute?
Yeah.

No, please. Come on in.

Sorry. This is a little bit
of a mess, I know.

I just, I wanted
to let you know I finished it.

You finished it?

The book.

I thought you'd want to know.

The book.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

That... That is great.

And about last night,
before you say anything, I

I do understand why you didn't show up.

You don't have to explain.
Oh. Thank you.

Yeah, because we, um...

Show up where exactly?

The room. Our room.

Okay. Uh, Savannah,
I think we might be having

two different conversations.

I'm talking about the article

that I was struggling to finish.

But you're talking about a book.

You actually helped me stop
overthinking the ending,

and I wanted to thank you for that.

But yeah, I had no idea
you were writing a book.

That's incredible. Really?

You didn't know?
No. No, I didn't.

And now I do feel a little bit foolish

because I'm stressed
about a contracts article.

You wrote an entire book?
Right.

Yeah. Whew.

Oh, I really thought I messed up
something important.

Glad I did not.

You didn't.

It wasn't you.

You didn't know.
I didn't know.

Uh...

What... What did I not know?

"To my mystery editor. Thank you."

You didn't just help me
become a better writer

by breaking down walls on the page.

You helped me break
down walls of my own.

Even though my love story didn't
turn out the way I had hoped,

I will always be grateful
we met in the margins.

"Love, Savannah."

She didn't know.

It was you.
Yes.

The notes. The...

The questions. Everything in this room.

That was all you.
I thought you knew.

I tried to tell you more than once.

I know that now.

When I told you about feeling chosen.

I thought you were
choosing someone else.

No, I was choosing you all along.

I... I just... I didn't know.

You left your manuscript.

I... I thought this was goodbye.

What love story would end like that?

Do you trust me?

Yes.

You're fired.

What?

So, you regret coming out of
your very short retirement?

Not even a little.

Turns out building a romance division

was exactly what
Pendleton Publishing needed.

And maybe what I needed
for my own last act.

Thanks to you, we have the most
exciting new voices in romance.

I might have started
the division for you here,

but you and I know she had
an exceptional editor in you.

Thank you.

Look at you.

I can't believe it's actually happening.

I never doubted it or you for a second.

What was that about?

That was your mother

giving me her approval.

I think.

So, your first Author Appreciation Day

as an actual author.

How do you feel?

Uh, nervous.

But the good kind.
Oh, Giselle.

Could Savannah
have one of those, please?

Of course.
Thank you, Giselle.

Was that necessary?

As your boyfriend, probably not.
But as your editor, absolutely.

We can't have you parched during
your interviews, now, can we?

Are you staying?

Well, you tell me, Ms. Cade.

If you were writing a love story,

would you have your love interest

stay with his leading lady?

Always.

I do love the way you write.