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The paper sifted in Jude Mathias's fingers, the dry sensation numbing his touch briefly.
What he held in his fingers was something he knew a great many people in America would do a great deal to receive.
Being the assistant and editor of the oh so popular author, Milla Maxwell, he aways got the first taste of her rather popular and diverse novels.
The most recent one, which he held in his hands was a three hundred fifty page romance novel scheduled to be published in June.
The plot starts out simple with the main protagonist being a girl, Maya, the child of a wealthy crime lord who whishes to live an honest life and runs away. She runs into the love interest after being shot in an ally. John is a young male nurse who aspired to save lives but assisted in ending more of them than saving being that he is the child of one of her father's assassins and wishes to change his ways. He, himself, is undercover as is she so they both end up spending time together to keep an eye on eachother and eventually fall madly in love with eachother and the novel ends with her, Maya, writing the tale of thier love and calling it "Little Bird" which is the title of the book.
The tale had so much depth to it and it was so surreal yet dreamlike that it took his breath away.
He hardly thought he had to edit anything.
But there was one small thing that lingered in the corner of his mind that bothered him to some extent.
He didn't know, perhaps it was just his ever growing feelings for his dear eccentric shut in of a boss that had him seeing things in rose coloured glasses but something struck him as odd.
You see, before he was Milla's assistant, he had been a doctor but that was not what he truly dreamed of doing.
He met Milla on a rainy spring afternoon because of a bullet wound she received in an ally. That fateful meeting drove him to pursue his true dream of being an author himself one day. He would never forget that beautiful afternoon.
The conversation they had was permanently written on his heart so It did not take long for him to notice that the conversation between Maya and John was word for word the exact same conversation.
That amongst many other similarities such as physical appearance and personalty had him wondering rather bold things.
But thinking would not get him anywhere. Tomorrow he would have to ask her exactly what inspired this work of art and maybe if he was silly enough to think anything of it.
He didn't know. She'd probably just tell him that it was a secret and be done with.
His dear Milla could be quite alot to deal with something.
