It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I was slumped over my desk, mentally packing up my water bottle and stained Tupperwares, counting down the minutes until I could escape the fluorescent lighting and relentless office chatter.
My editor Slacked me: a wellness writer I didn’t know had asked me to review her first cookbook.
She was a nobody, and so was I. Bu…
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