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Chapter 5

Penny sat in her agency's office again. The receptionist also reminded her that her agent was busy. Penny reminded her, again, that she was actually meeting with Marisol Rivas.

"Penny dear, are you sure you're meeting with her. She only represents serious writers."

"What makes you think I'm not a serious writer, sweetie."

Before the receptionist could reconsider her words, Marisol appeared and greeted Penny. She must have noticed the tense atmosphere, Penny thought. Marisol quickly thanked the receptionist, reminding her that all of her appointments were Marisol's prerogative and that she shouldn't be putting her nose into things she just didn't understand. Well, at least that's what Penny got from the conversation. Marisol had really told off the receptionist in the most educated and polite manner Penny had ever heard. Marisol would definitely fit in with the guys.

As they walked into the office, she saw how new the office was and how small. They quickly exchange a few pleasantries.

"Thank you for meeting with me. Do you have your portfolio?"

"Yes, but it's mostly a collection of my poems," Penny added, trying to relax.

"Before I start reading this. I want you to know that I'm new here. I'm practically on the lowest step on the ladder. My contract with the company ends in about a year unless my clients are successful. Your success is my primary objective because it means I can keep my job. It means both of us could do really great things. So, I wanted you to know I will work really hard to make sure you are successful. That I know what it means for you to hand these poems over to me to read. "

Penny was taken back by her words. She was lost in how to respond because she felt that Marisol really believed in her. She had to warn her.

"Look, Marisol. Thank you for your support, but I'm not a real writer. Even my screenplay was semi-autobiographical, actually no, it was autobiographical, and it was terrible!"

"Penny, I read some of your poems, and they are amazing. Most writers can't really write multiple genres unless they practice. Now, tell me the real reason why you aren't a real writer."

"There's no real reason. I just have never been the most school-type person or what people would consider an intellectual. I'm not that person."

"Well, I guess I'm not a real literary agent. I'm not that person either."

"No, that's not what I meant. I am sure you are well-qualified.'

"I know what you mean, though; sometimes people and maybe even ourselves want us to fit into this specific mold, but no one ever does. We aren't meant to. Look, let me go over your writing again, and you can read over this information about what I can do as your agent. We'll meet up again next week. Does that sound like a plan?"