The Boy Next Door: A Novel

Paperback | February 17, 2009

byMeg Cabot

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 8 × 5.31 × 0.86 inPublished:February 17, 2009Publisher:HarperCollinsLanguage:English

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To: Mel Fuller <melissa.fuller@thenyjournal.com> From: Human Resources <human.resources@thenyjournal.com> Subject: Tardiness Dear Melissa Fuller , This is an automated message from the Human Resources Division of the New York Journal , New York City's leading photonewspaper. Please be aware that according to your supervisor, managing editor George Sanchez , your workday here at the Journal begins promptly at 9 AM , making you 68 minutes tardy today. This is your 37th tardy exceeding twenty minutes so far this year, Melissa Fuller . We in the Human Resources Division are not "out to get" tardy employees, as was mentioned in last week's unfairly worded employee newsletter. Tardiness is a serious and expensive issue facing employers all over America. Employees often make light of tardiness, but routine lateness can often be a symptom of a more serious issue, such as alcoholism drug addiction gambling addiction abusive domestic partner sleep disorders clinical depression and any number of other conditions. If you are suffering from any of the above, please do not hesitate to contact your Human Resources Representative, Amy Jenkins . Your Human Resources Representative will be only too happy to enroll you in the New York Journal 's Staff Assistance Program, where you will be paired with a mental health professional who will work to help you achieve your full potential. Melissa Fuller , we here at the New York Journal are a team. We win as a team, and we lose as one, as well. Melissa Fuller, don't you want to be on a winning team? So please do your part to see that you arrive at work on time from now on! Sincerely, Human Resources Division New York Journal Please note that any future tardies may result in suspension or dismissal. To: Mel Fuller <melissa.fuller@thenyjournal.com> From: Nadine Wilcock <nadine.wilcock@thenyjournal.com> Subject: You are in trouble Mel, where were you? I saw that Amy Jenkins from Human Resources skulking around your cubicle. I think you're in for another one of those tardy notices. What is this, your fiftieth? You better have a good excuse this time, because George was saying a little while ago that gossip columnists are a dime a dozen, and that he could get Liz Smith over here in a second to replace you if he wanted to. I think he was joking. It was hard to tell because the Coke machine is broken, and he hadn't had his morning Mountain Dew yet. By the way, did something happen last night between you and Aaron? He's been playing Wagner in his cubicle again. You know how this bugs George. Did you two have another fight? Are we doing lunch later or what? Nad :-) To: Mel Fuller <melissa.fuller@thenyjournal.com> From: Aaron Spender <aaron.spender@thenyjournal.com> Subject: Last night Where are you, Mel? Are you going to be completely childish about this and not come into the office until you're sure I've left for the day? Is that it? Can't we sit down and discuss this like adults? Aaron Spender Senior Correspondent New York Journal To: Mel Fuller <melissa.fuller@thenyjournal.com> From: Dolly Vargas <dolly.vargas@thenyjournal.com> Subject: Aaron Spender Melissa -- Don't get the wrong idea, darling, I WASN'T spying on you, but a girl would have to be BLIND not to have noticed how you brained Aaron Spender with your bag last night at Pastis. You probably didn't even notice me; I was at the bar, and I looked around because I thought I heard your name, of all things -- weren't you supposed to be covering the Prada show? -- and then BOOM! Altoids and Maybelline all over the place. Darling, it was precious. You really have excellent aim, you know. But I highly doubt Kate Spade meant that adorable little clutch to be used as a projectile. I'm sure she'd have made the clasp stronger if she'd only known women were going to be backhanding the thing around like a tennis ball. Seriously, darling, I just need to know: Is it all over between you and Aaron? Because I never thought you were right for each other. I mean, the man was in the running for a Pulitzer, for God's sake! Although if you ask me, anyone could have written that story about that little Ethiopian boy. I found it perfectly maudlin. That part about his sister selling her body to provide him with rice ... please. Too Dickensian. So you aren't going to be difficult about this, are you? Because I've got an invite to Steven's place in the Hamptons, and I was thinking of inviting Aaron to mix Cosmos for me. But I won't if you're going to go Joan Collins on me. P. S.: You really should have called if you weren't going to come in today, darling. I think you're in trouble. I saw that little troll-like person (Amy something?) from Human Resources sniffing around your desk earlier. XXXOOO To: Mel Fuller <melissa.fuller@thenyjoumal.com> From: George Sanchez <george.sanchez@thenyjoumal.com> Subject: Where the hell are you? Where the hell are you? you appear to be under the mistaken impression that comp days don't have to be prearranged with your employer. This is not exactly convincing me that you are columnist material. More like copyedit material, Fuller. George To: Mel Fuller <melissa.fuller@thenyjournal.com> From: Aaron Spender <aaron.spenderathenyjoumal.com> Subject: Last night This is really beneath you, Melissa. I mean, for God's sake, Barbara and I were in a war zone together. Anti-aircraft fire was exploding all around us. We thought we'd be captured by rebel forces at any moment. Can't you understand that? It meant nothing to me, Melissa, I swear it. My God, I should never have told you. I thought you were more mature. But to pull a disappearing act like this ... Well, I'd never have expected it from a woman like you, that's all I have to say. Aaron Spender Senior Correspondent New York Journal The foregoing is excerpted from The Boy Next Door by Meggin Cabot. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission from HarperCollins Publishers, 10 East 53rd Street, New York, NY 10022

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Full of clever email banter and tongue-in cheek humor, this cheeky novel should be enjoyed in one sitting.