Page 4 of The Lodge

u/jettbeckettconspiracytheorist

If anyone wants to talk Jett Beckett theories, you know where to find me

u/TruestNortherner

Too depressing at this point, u/jettbeckettconspiracytheorist, I think he’s gone forever :(

u/BoiiiBandBoiii

UGHHH this thread started out so happy and now I want to cry into a pint of chunky monkey

u/jettbeckettconspiracytheorist

idk, I still haven’t given up hope… but admit it doesn’t look good :((((

u/TruestNortherner

It’s been eight years

u/BoiiiBandBoiii

EIGHT. YEARS. (make that two pints of chunky monkey)

u/SebGreen

it’s rocky road on my grocery list, bruh, chunky monkey is the worst (thx for ordering the book!)–seb

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“I’m sorry—you’re doingwhat?!”

I yank the phone away from my ear a split second too late. The damage is done: Chloe’s unbridled enthusiasm has pierced a hole straight through my skull.

“Alix.Alix. Say it again.”

After so many years of heartbreaking almosts and outright rejections, my news still sounds unreal even to me.

“I get to ghostwrite Sebastian Green’s memoir,” I repeat slowly.

I’ve spent weeks holding this burning secret inside, wondering if it would all turn to ash if I exhaled in just the wrong way—now is the moment it finally feelsreal.

“Stop it,” she says in disbelief. “I cannot. Sebastian Green? What?!”

I’m not easily starstruck, which is probably a substantial part of the reason I landed the job, but Chloe’s specific brand of enthusiasm is contagious. I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror of my home away from home, grinning like the naive writer I once was.

“It’s surreal,” I say.

“It’sincredible,” Chloe agrees. “Are you sure you can’t make it to happy hour? Drinks on me tonight—we could go somewhere special to celebrate, there’s this new rooftop bar in Williamsburg—”

“I’m not in Brooklyn right now,” I interrupt before she gets too into the idea.

“Wait—you’re not going out celebrating withSebastian Green himselftonight, are you? Alix. If you’re going out with Sebastian Green, I will literally die of envy!”

I sit down on the buttery leather couch near one of the many floor-to-ceiling windows in this palatial suite and take in the view of the resort’s most prominent mountain. It’s absolutely stunning.

“I’m not even inNew Yorkright now,” I say. “Like, not just the city—the state. I’m in Vermont.”

“Alix?” I hear Chloe say on the other end of the line. “You cut out for a bit, did you sayVermont?”

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