Stranger Than Fiction

“I am trying to create an intricate storyline about a complex, deeply disturbed anti-hero struggling to make up for killing his own father and you’re telling me they won’t publish my manuscript because Kylo Ren doesn’t have a fucking girlfriend?!”

Hux quirked a single eyebrow, sipping his tea just slowly enough to be a certified dick, and finally explained himself. “Look Ben, this company has been publishing your books for years now, and it’s been a wonderful partnership. There’s no denying that. However… this series is getting stale! You’re ignoring an entire demographic of people who enjoy a little romance in a story! We’ve had producers calling with interest on making your books into movies, but let’s face it… sex sells! Frankly, it’s no wonder Kylo Ren has anger issues considering the dry spell he’s enduring.”

“What the hell do I know about romance, Hux?! You’re asking me to re-write an entire manuscript!”

Armitage Hux only shrugged in response, leaning back in his black, leather chair. It was the perfect body language for ‘that’s not my problem, asshole.’ “You’re a writer, Ben. Do some research.”