Chapters (88)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
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- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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Wendy laughed. ‘Do you really think your balcony leap would have made the front page of every newspaper if you were twenty kilos overweight and had spots?’
Georgia knew her looks were a factor in everything that had happened. But Wendy holding it up to her face, and the contrast with nobody caring about what had been happening in Akure, made her feel awkward and angry. She felt like storming out of the publisher’s office and telling the entire world to bugger off, but Wendy’s eye caught one of the photos in Georgia’s messenger conversation.
‘What’s that?’
‘That’s Duke,’ Georgia said. ‘I showed Julius old pics of me with Sophie, and he sent me some of Duke, and his brother Gabe.’
Wendy waved her hand. ‘Behind Duke, in the cage.’
‘Oh,’ Georgia said. ‘It’s this weird thing in Akure called Arctic Zoo. It’s falling down, and most of the animals died or got sold. But there’s a one-eyed polar bear called Eddie that nobody wants.’
Wendy laughed. ‘If you want people to take an interest in Akure, a one-eyed polar bear that nobody wants is definitely a story.’
‘Julius said the other bears got sold to a zoo in Japan, or something. They didn’t want Eddie, because his manky eye socket scares kids.’
‘That’s golden,’ Wendy said brightly. ‘Tweet the one-eyed bear. Don’t make a statement. Give your message a hook, so people have something to chew over.’
‘What’s a hook?’
Wendy shrugged. ‘Something like, My heart goes out to my good friend J and the long-suffering people of Akure, Nigeria. Especially Eddie, the one-eyed polar bear who nobody wants. Chuck in a few broken-heart and crying-face emojis and everyone will be desperate to know what you’re on about.’
‘Say that line again,’ Georgia said as she opened her keyboard and started to type, My heart goes out …
She’d just finished editing the photo when a tall woman with dangly yellow earrings rushed out and introduced herself.
‘Sorry to keep you both waiting – my last meeting dragged,’ she gasped, as she leaned in to kiss Wendy. ‘I’m Verity Starling-Cole, editorial director for non-fiction. The rest of the gang is in the conference room, and, Georgia, everyone on the Walrus Books team is soooooo thrilled to meet you …’
SIXTY-FOUR
Walrus Books was offering £600,000 for a ghost-written autobiography and another £200,000 for a Georgia Pack Christmas Annual and a guidebook aimed at teen readers, to be called Georgia Pack’s Guide to Revolution. There was also the possibility of a Georgia Pack calendar and diary. The whole package would be publicised with a newspaper serialisation, a Georgia Pack YouTube channel, TV interviews and a nationwide book tour.
Everyone in the meeting kept telling Georgia about her potential, and how she would set the Christmas book market ablaze. But Georgia felt grumpy as she rode home in Wendy’s Audi, staring at the offer sheet.