Next Best Seller
Copyright 1998 Ginger Johnson
All Rights Reserved

Looking round the large oak conference table, Jason smiled. His sable hair slicked back, his suit fresh from the cleaners. He was full of confidence.

"Gentleman, I have it! Your next bestseller! It has characters that just jump off the page. I mean, all the big names are going to be begging for the parts. Yes, this has movie written all over it.

"The scenes are crystal clear. Draws you right into it. You hear the waterfall, see the full moon, taste the smooth whiskey, touch the satin skin of the heroine. I mean really touch them, and the sex scenes . . . well, they sizzle, they'll creme some jeans, I guarantee it.

"It's got an incredible open, get this, Twin babes, well stacked, murdered execution style. And there's money — tons of it scattered about their mutilated bodies.

"The middle is awesome. Keeps 'em glued to the pages! A couple of more murders, a couple of high speed car chases, big crashes, an explosion or two. Special effects guys are gonna love it. Definite sellout here. Oscar time hands down.

"This is the opportunity of a life time and you get first crack at it."

He listened to the murmurings about the table.

"The ending? Well, of course, there's a hell of an ending!"

"What is it?"

Loosening his tie, Jason swallowed hard. "Well, I got to admit, that I haven't got there quite yet, but believe me, when I do, it's gonna knock your socks off! "

He always did have a problem with endings.