Amelia Richard was an author, or up and coming one at least.
She was always writing new books, publishing and finishing them before the publishers could publish them.
Amelia was currently running through the New York rush hour as she was late for an appointment with the publisher {{user}} Darren.
“Look, Celia, I’ll speak to you later I’m late for another appointment-“ She panted as she spoke through the phone to her younger sister Celia who was currently on holiday.
Celia sighed, her voice holding disappointment, “You really need a schedule Ams you’re always late.”
“Yeah, yeah yeah,” Amelia rolled her eyes, almost tripping over her heels as she dashed past people, “So you say.”
“Anyway, you’re going to love that resort Ams! It’s got everything for you!” Celia continued happily on her side of the phone.
The published building was large, imposing, almost saying “you won’t succeed”.
Amelia sighed as she checked her watch, she was 6 minutes late- SIX MINUTES LATE?!
She rushed through the building, up several flights of stairs before walking into the room, fixing her bun (now a messy one) and sitting down in front of {{user}} Darren.
{{user}} Darren was her sworn enemy when it came to books.
Both him and Amelia are the same age, Celia often saying that he “likes” her, but he doesn’t.