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vision. He has passion and a drive to be successful.” Rather than continue to argue, Evan shut down and attempted to crawl back to bed. “Oh no you don’t. You have an interview in an hour and a half at your brother’s store.”
                  “I don’t need a job at his stupid store. I already have a job.”
                  “Well, you can work there and have two jobs.”
                  “How? I work full time and am a published author trying to make a name for myself. If I took on a second job, then I’d have no time for sleep.”
                  Mrs. Taylor placed her hands on her hips. “Then I suggest you give up that pathetic dream of yours. You’re not really doing anything with it. I mean; you don’t do any book signings, I’ve only seen your book once or twice in stores, and you’re still single living at home with your mommy and daddy.”
                  Evan couldn’t believe his ears. His mother, the woman that carried him for nine months and raised him for last twenty-one years to set big goals and follow his dreams, was happily crushing his spirit.
                  Evan was on the verge of tears. His hands were clenched around his pillow, wishing it was his mother’s throat. They always had a rocky relationship. When he was a child she was too over-protective, but was constantly nit picking him since he was a teenager. It got progressively worse during college, and had hit a critical point when he flunked out. But at that moment, she was crossing a line she would never come back from.
                  “Get out,” Evan snapped. His mother stood there and shook it off as if he was a child trying to bark out orders. “I said get out!”
                  “Or what,” Mrs. Taylor said with a smirk on her face.
                  Evan stormed up to her. His eyes were deadlocked on hers. There was an intensity there demanding the attention and respect he deserved. He pointed at the open door. “Get the fuck out of my room before you make me do something I’ll regret.”
                  His words shook Mrs. Taylor. The smirk was removed from her face. She slowly backed up until she stood next to the door. “Just wait until your father gets home.” Evan moved briskly toward her. His hand gripped the hinge and slammed the door shut. “And you better get that job at your brother’s store.” Her words screeched through the closed door. It took everything in Evan not to reply, but that would just give her more ammo to supply his father with when he got home.
                  “Fucking bitch,” Evan muttered under his breath. Hating that he let her get under his skin like she did, Evan punched his pillows with everything he had, wishing the damage could be done to them. Her last statement ignited his spitefulness. “She’s insane if she thinks I’m going to work there.” His mind was made up. He was going to defy her demand by jumping back into bed and curling up with his pillows and blankets. Fate seemed to have other plans. As the sheet was pulled up to his chin, his phone vibrated on the nightstand. The name Christopher Waters appeared on the screen. Evan nearly jumped at the name. His agent rarely called. In fact, Mr. Waters only called when there was really good news (which was rare), or bad news (which was the typical conversation). “Mr. Waters, how are you?”
                  “Fantastic,” he replied, which was much different than his usual grunts. “Listen Evan; I need you to get down to my office as soon as you can. I’ve got some potentially good news for you.”
                  “Really,” the shock of hearing Waters claim to have good news was evident in Evan’s voice. “What kind of good news?”
                  “I’m not at liberty to discuss anything further over the phone. When can you get down here