She needed coffee.

Her heels were barely audible over the hum of New Yorkers; in her blue coat and jeans, she blended perfectly with the busy streets.

Mitchie's phone chirped with a new message. She quickly texted Caitlyn back, saying that yes, she'd be there for her party. And no, she did not want to go on a blind date.

It was still snowing. Usually, when she had time, Mitchie loved to just sit down somewhere to watch the white dots land on ground. Today was not one of those days.

Firstly, she'd just managed to find a date for her second book's launch. Secondly, Nate was nagging at her to start writing the damn sequel. Thirdly, she still hadn't called Luke back about his ideas for the cast of the movie they were making based on the first one.

Honestly, Mitchie was getting tired of being a published author. Maybe she should've stuck to writing only for herself.

She pushed a door open and shook out the cold as she entered the lobby. Ed, the doorman, raised an eyebrow at her and Mitchie rolled her eyes with a slight smile.

A sign over the elevators read 'Camp Rock Publishing'. The secretary, a young girl whose name Mitchie had no intention on knowing, was busy on the phone.

Before someone could show up, Mitchie threw herself into the elevator and pressed the 75th button. She steeled herself for the big entrance.

The first person to appear when the doors opened was Tess Tyler.

"Oh God, you're finally here!" she said, throwing her hands up. Tess took her by the arm down the grey hallway. "Brown's been looking all over for you."

"Hey, Tess." Mitchie drawled. "I'm having a great morning, and you?"

Tyler glared at her, but the writer couldn't be intimidated by the rushed blond. When she'd first arrived to CRP, Mitchie found the woman downright terrifying; then her first book was a bestseller.

They got to the last door. Through the glass, Mitchie could see the silhouette of the owner of the building. Tess unceremoniously opened the door and shoved Mitchie in.

Cesario Brown hadn't changed a bit since he and Mitchie first met. He had this crazy genius aura about him, the kind that scared you and reeled you in at the same time.

He turned around from his position looking out the grand windows. His office's carpet was wine red and his bookshelves were dark and brimming with books. Mitchie was able to see the NY skyline from her spot.

"Good morning." Brown sat on his leather chair. He looked at her with musky eyes. "How are you?"

"I haven't had coffee, if that's what you're asking." She deadpanned. He chuckled. "But I'm fine, I guess."

She sat down, opposite from him. Brown's feet were propped up on his desk, and he already moved to slide a cup of black coffee towards her.

Despite being only 24, Mitchie had built a name for herself in that industry. It meant that, not only she didn't have to put up with anyone's bullshit, but she could also be brooding and cranky for as long as she liked.

Most of the time, she wasn't annoyed; it was fun to get all of Brown's subordinates edgy and frightened.

Brown, though, knew her. They were friends from the very moment he decided to give her manuscript a look. He looked out for her, as the closest thing Mitchie had to a father.

Mitchie gladly took the coffee. "So, what's up?"

"You know how Luke's been bothering me about the movie deal, right?"

"Yeah, he's almost as bad as Nate."

Brown cracked a smile. "Well, Nate's your brother."

"Unfortunately. But yes, what about Luke?"

"He says he's got the perfect guy to play Jesse."

"You're kidding."

He shook his head and lit up a cigarette. Mitchie wrinkled her nose but kept quiet.

Her book, The Caller, was a sci-fi thriller set on the distant future. Very distant; in fact, the main character, Jesse Raglan, was a spaceship pilot on a faraway galaxy. She described him as an innocent-looking guy, with frame glasses and a crooked nose. Problem was that, every time Luke said he had a contestant, the guy was very handsome (like Chris Hemsworth handsome) or really buff (again, Chris Hemsworth). Jesse was a geek; he didn't leave his ship, he did no exercises, he solved 5000+ puzzles on his hologram TV.

Mitchie had a clear image of how she wanted her character portrayed, and she refused to let her project become something completely different . If it was up to Luke, The Caller would end up like The Lightning Thief.

Or the fifth Harry Potter movie.

Mitchie was not happy with the news. "Great. What's this guy's name?"

"Shane Gray."