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Back Fancy Meeting You Here
Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

When Evie left Marks & Spencer, a shopping bag held proudly in each hand, she nuzzled into the oversized scarf she had wrapped around the bottom half of her face. Making her way to the Tube station, she tried to push Hugo out of her mind. She would stand by her actions and force herself onward. It was the right thing to do; it was all she could have done.

Her phone vibrated in her jacket pocket. Pulling it out, she clicked into the email notification, hoping it would be from Florence, responding to her final few pre-commencement questions. But instead, it was from another important name.

Berkeley and Berkeley lawyers.

It was a Letter of Intent. Attached to it was a single note from Hugo: This is serious.

FORTY-THREE

Forty-three

It was the first day of Evie’s internship and she had a nervous tickle in her stomach that she hadn’t felt since her first day of university. Florence’s office was located near Borough Market, and Evie had caught an early train to London Bridge station, factoring in ample time in case she got lost. She walked down the busy street, surrounded by suit-clad commuters holding coffee cups and marching resolutely back to work after the Christmas break. The atmosphere was peppy and purposeful, and it felt good to feel like she might just be contributing to the swell around her; to be part of this unifying power walk of city worker camaraderie.

Her phone beeped and Evie held her breath. Since she’d received the Letter of Intent from Hugo’s lawyers a week ago, which she had ignored, she had been lying in wait for something more to happen. But there had only been dead, unsettling silence. Evie wasn’t entirely surprised. After all, if Hugo did decide to take real legal action against her, it would surely blow up in the news, and he would have to explain that the idea for his bestselling book was in fact not his at all. Still, Evie couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t over yet. It couldn’t have been that easy.

Tentatively, she turned her phone around to reveal a text. It wasn’t from Hugo. Phew.

image Mum: Good luck today, darling. I know you’re going to blow their socks off! X

Relieved, Evie tucked her phone into her bag. She passed one of those old-school magazine stands by the side of the road, which she guessed wasn’t so old-school nowadays, and stopped to buy a packet of mints.