NUMBER 10

Dear Ms. M:

Per your request, we have disposed of your manuscript.

Opening with two pages of an HR bimbo's quest to enslut herself (in front of a mirror, no less) for a company party is so unsympathetic and unrealistic that it doesn't matter that this was an attempt to tell a Cinderella tale. It just happens to be a Cinderella story with no recognizeable prince or Cinderella. Or, for that matter, a dropped shoe.

Given the details ("Saucer green eyes" [sic], "she batted her long lashes," "the sparkling pendant danced provocatively between her boobs"), it seems like you've been vamping too long in Harlequin Temptation and should, perhaps, consider returning to writing that kind of story rather than attempting mainstream.

But then, the really funny thing happens: men hit on her and she's surprised. And no women react to her, which is also not realistic.

"Mission accomplished, cleavage." Indeed. Try wearing something less revealing when writing the next piece.

Sincerely,

Ed.