Simpatico

Megan almost tore her royalty check out of its envelope, holding it up to the light. She was going to be rich! But then her heart dropped. That was it?

The reviews had been so good. “The next big thing to hit bookshelves!” and “The best new writer of the decade!”

And, most traitorous of all, her agent’s “You’ll live fat off of the royalties!”

Her dismay turned to anger, and she picked up her phone, calling the liar. “The check was too small,” she insisted. “You said I’d be rich!”

“Darling,” her agent consoled. “I say that to everyone.”