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"Overseas?"

"Yes, these two books are topping the charts in electronic and physical sales in Southeast Asia."

Madge was stunned again, "I had no clue these books were even published abroad..."

"I've done some rough calculations, and over the years, 'The Assassin's Art' and 'Desolate School' have brought in at least five..." Roseanne stretched out a hand.

"Five hundred thousand?" Norris guessed.

"Come on, Dad, think bigger."

"...Five million?!"

Roseanne shook her head, "Fifty million. And that's a conservative estimate."

Norris was speechless.

of emotions right now, but the past is

we can make up for lost time. I get it, it's not just the money that stings, but seeing your work go unnoticed that really hurts. I mean, how

haven't published to an editor. Go see him; he'll tell

took a deep

heard from the guest room, along with Norris' gentle words of

lay awake, staring at the ceiling, equally

Norris accompanied Madge to a coffee

an office building and past lunchtime, the shop was sparsely

at the counter, yawning at the sound of the door chime before

man with a square jaw, wearing black-framed glasses, a simple

and he quickly stood up, making his way toward Madge. "Ms. Wood, good day,

Roseanne and Norris, he suggested, "Shall

chair for her and ordered a

been in a state of detachment, overwhelmed by a sense of grief and powerlessness, unsure of where to direct

her career to Nadine,

was no