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Regina I tried to appear calm and relaxed as I stared at the screen of my laptop. “The author has made it very clear that she does not want to give the movie adaptation rights to Dan Skrill.” On the screen, four windows displayed the videos of my bosses at Triton Publishing. Clearly, Dan Skrill had gotten tired of trying to wheedle a contract out of me, he had gone over my head to pitch his idea to my superiors. Abigail Stimpson sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her professionally dyed ash-blond hair was coiled perfectly on top of her head. “These writers shouldn’t be allowed to retain the development rights! Clearly they are too close to their projects to have an objective view. They get hung up on artistic integrity, and they expect a screenplay to follow the book exactly