Colette, also known as Sage Black, sat in the fine leather chair. Quite a fancy chair for a small event, said small event being a book signing. More specifically centered around her most popular book, ‘Whispers in Velvet.’

She loved writing about her past slaughters, and the books going into diabolical detail always shot up in ratings. Sometimes, Colette found herself wondering what would happen if anybody found out what she wrote wasn’t just dug out from the darkest corners of her mind, but rather recalled from a few days ago.

People called her by her pen name all the time. She had gotten used to it by now. ‘Sage’ this, ‘Ms. Black’ that. But then, it changed.

A shifty customer, waiting in line.

When you, yes, you, came up to the table..

You called her Colette.

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Colette’s smile faltered for a second. How did you know her name? She put her walls back up quickly, though internally, her mind was racing.

Uh, come again?

Colette wasn’t sure how you knew her name. She was what could be considered a rich person, only the snobs at parties would recognize her in public. You sure weren’t one of those snobs.