“I know,” Lena said with a casual shrug. “But maybe switch back to English now. And thank him, not me.”
Dalila turned slowly toward the man behind the desk, still looking completely stunned.
“You actually liked my story?”
To her surprise, the serious, aristocratic-looking man nodded immediately.
“I did.” Professor Martin folded his hands together over the desk. “Very much, actually. I’ve always had a weakness for fantasy novels, and Mysferum hooked me from the very first paragraph. Your prose flows naturally, which is rarer than you’d think.”
He leaned forward slightly, studying her with interest.
“Now,” he said, “pretend I know absolutely nothing about your book. Give me the entire story of Mysferum in one minute.”
He glanced down at the silver Rolex on his wrist.
“Starting now.”
