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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author makes no claims to, but instead acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction.
Copyright © 2015 by Olivia R. Keane
PUSH by Olivia R. Keane
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To Mr. K. -
Thank you for always being the leather to my lace.
Chapter One
Charlotte Fly
Charlie thought the cookie was delectable. It was the shockingly on the money observations and silly prediction for her future that left an unpleasant taste in her mouth. The psychic’s handwritten message had her pi
Yesterday, the idea seemed less comical and more like fate when she collided with one De
However, the cookie clairvoyant’s newfound credibility vanished ten minutes into her evening with De
When De
“Sooo … Charlie, when can I see you again? Tonight … damn. It was pretty great, am I right?” He had winked and Charlie’s skin crawled.
“No. No, De
“Oh, come on, bae. Let me rock your world,” he had cooed in between sniffles.
De
He had blanched and stepped back.
“And for the record, I’d rather staple my head to the tablecloth than have you rock my world. Not going to happen. Not ever.” She had said through clenched teeth as she stalked out of the restaurant.
Now that Charlie was home, all she wanted to do was cry. Freaking drippy De
Opening the door of the house she shared with her sister, Charlie yawned and stretched like a cat that had slept in one spot too long. The exhaustion she felt was more than physical. Treading water in the dating pool brought on emotional fatigue as well. After Griffin her studies became her priority. She may have sacrificed a decent social life to late night study sessions in the University library, but for Charlie graduating with honors in both History and English was a fair tradeoff. Her dating life might be a mediocre mess, but she was happy to land a job with the prestigious Pearse Publishing House, no small feat in this difficult economy and without any co
In the past six months, Charlie had developed a decent rapport with the editorial staff. The Pearse brothers ran their family-owned publishing empire using a hands-on approach. Middle brother Kellan, who ran the Pittsburgh office, relished his role as editor-in-chief. Charlie often emailed him her thoughts on manuscripts that caught her eye. Kellan recognized her potential right away. He had flagged certain manuscripts, encouraging her to read them and provide not only research-based feedback, but also give her editorial impressions.
Charlie had a meeting with Kellan last week, and he discussed the prospect of her moving up into another position.
“It’s time to move you to a new position, Charlie,” Kellan had told her. “Let’s get Human Resources started on the paperwork next week.”
The possibility of gaining more responsibility at work was the silver lining in her otherwise lackluster life. As she climbed into bed that night, she found herself praying for the three-day weekend to pass quickly.
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Tuesday morning after Labor Day arrived as both a blessing and a curse. Charlie sat in the parking lot of Pearse Publishing arguing with her sister.
“What do you mean you set me up on another date?” Charlie shrieked into her cell phone.
“Please? Aaron pla