The True Memoirs of an International Assassin Page #2

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- Initial there.

And there. One more there.

I was wrong, one more.

And sign there.

Skinny Chai tea.

- Oksana?

- Oh, that's me.

- Skinny?

- Oksana?

Oh, yeah, I never use my real name. This

place is a den of wannabe writers. Ugh.

So, I'll send you the proceeds,

less my commission,

and congrats,

you are a published author, my man.

All right.

You're talking to a published author.

Online, Mom.

I sent you the website.

Yes, they know about it.

Mom, I'm not gonna get fired.

I'm not gonna lose my benefits, Mom.

It's... Can you...?

Would you please look at the site?

What do you mean, it's not there?

Come on, Ma, it's right here.

It's under...

Nonfiction?

True Memoirs of an International Assassin?

- You said you wouldn't change a word.

- I didn't. I added one.

- An important one.

- It just felt so real.

The details, the research.

It's an impressive story.

- A made-up one.

- You needed social, I got it.

Ba-dang.

- Ten thousand downloads already.

- Ten thousand?

Ten zero, zero, zero, zero.

- That's a hundred thousand.

- Not yet, but maybe soon.

- So... so, people think I'm a hit man?

- Maybe they do. Maybe they don't.

- Yeah, but I'm not.

- Aren't you?

- No.

- So you say.

- This is crazy. I'm not the Ghost.

- Oh, I know that you're not.

- You think I'm lying?

- No.

Stop. Stop doing that, please.

- Doing what?

- That thing with your eyebrows.

Nobody cares about a fictional book

about an assassin.

But a true story of an assassin,

now, that is how you move...

- tree.

- What is that?

Five large. Your profits, less commission.

Peppermint mocha

with a double shot for a Min-Lee.

Oh, that's me.

Gotta jet.

Hey, Mr. Larson.

Oh, hey, Sam.

I didn't know you were a writer.

Uh, yeah. Where'd you hear that?

You know how everybody

in the building talks.

Not really, no.

Raj on five sent a Snapchat.

- Oh. I'm not on the Slapchat.

- It's Snap.

Never mind. Congrats.

Thank you.

You got to tell me though.

The whole assassin thing...

it's BS, right?

Well, I could tell you, but...

then I'd have to slit your throat

and watch you bleed out.

Oh, I meant...

- I'm gonna take the stairs.

- Yeah... that didn't come out right.

Oh, hope you're hungry.

Okay.

This is where you say, "I owe you one."

And I say, "I know you're good for it."

I told you the Ghost was not to be shared.

This is real life, Samuel.

People could get hurt.

- You read my book.

- Of course I read the book.

I thought we were friends.

Look.

I'm really sorry.

I changed the details.

It was supposed to be fiction.

Why do you write?

I wanna be an author. A published one.

- But not like this.

- No.

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