How to Get it All: Chapter 12: The Hustle, The Heat, & the Unexpected Confession
When Breakups Fuel Big Moves
Welcome to the twelfth chapter of How to Get It All, the next creation from Christine Forsyth-Peters, the producer behind How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. How to Get it All is the spiritual successor to How to Lose a Guy which began as a novel before becoming a global romantic comedy hit. For How to Get It All, I’m doing things a little differently starting with the novel that I’m releasing to subscribers of CP Global Media — in some ways, I’m breaking new ground, too in that this is the first novel to film developed exclusively for a digital platform first — in this case, Substack.
Instead of discovering a book at your local bookstore and then years later waiting to see if and when it will become a film, I’m inviting you to the journey of How to Get it All from the beginning. This isn’t just a first chapter, it’s the beginning of a journey — one that I look forward to taking together.
Welcome to How to Get it All and here’s to the journey,
xo,
Christine Peters (CP)
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Every journey of self-discovery is a story waiting to be told. This book is more than just a guide—it reflects the pursuit to find balance, fulfillment, and, ultimately, a life well-lived.
At some point, we all ask ourselves: Am I getting everything I want out of life? We chase dreams, check off milestones, and navigate the unexpected detours along the way. But the truth is, life isn’t just about getting it all—it’s about knowing what “all” truly means to you.
You’ll find a mix of hard-won wisdom, self-reflection, humor, and raw honesty in these pages. It’s a journey through ambition, love, loss, reinvention, and the moments that shape us. It’s about embracing the unexpected, learning from setbacks, and discovering that sometimes, the best things come in ways we never imagined.
Whether you’re at a crossroads, chasing a dream, or simply looking for a fresh perspective, this book reminds you that life isn’t about perfection but progress.
So take a deep breath, flip the page, and step into a story that might inspire your own.
Adam exhaled slowly, steadying himself, before pulling open the front door. Kush Daddy and Kool-EZ stood on the porch, their usual easygoing demeanors replaced with something harder, unreadable. Adam forced a grin that barely reached his eyes and said, “Can I help you guys? I thought you weren’t coming until next month.”
He could feel the strain in his face by the time he finished. Kush Daddy took a deliberate step forward, his gaze cool and assessing, and said, “We were, but we’ve been hearing about some other stuff you’ve got going on.” His voice remained smooth but carried a sharper edge.
Adam kept his expression neutral, though his pulse kicked up a notch. He casually shifted his stance to block Kush’s view of the table behind him—neatly arranged with CBD products—and asked, feigning confusion, “What stuff?”
Kush Daddy tilted his head and chuckled before pulling a small bottle of CBD oil from his pocket and holding it up, letting the light catch the label. “Oh yeah? What do you think of this?”
Adam’s stomach dropped as his eyes locked onto the bottle. He could no longer hide his shock as he said flatly, “Where did you get that?”
Kush Daddy laughed, tossing the bottle up and catching it smoothly. “I got my people. Since I wasn’t informed about this little side hustle you’ve got going on, I’d like to discuss a deal.”
Adam folded his arms and replied, “All right, I’m listening.”
Leaning in, Kush Daddy lowered his voice. “We’ve been working on some things too. I want you to put our new strain on the shelves at Buddy’s.”
Adam arched an eyebrow. “What’s in it for me?”
With a toothy grin, Kush Daddy answered, “We split the profits—twelve percent from our latest strain and an additional five percent from your Bali Love.”
Adam snorted. “You already take a twenty-percent cut of my land. That was the deal.”
Kush Daddy’s grin vanished and his jaw clenched. Stepping closer, he warned, “That’s not enough. We get twenty percent of all your businesses.”
Adam met his stare. “No deal. I lost land to you, and nothing else was in the agreement.”
Kush Daddy’s eyes darkened. “I’m glad you said that, because I could turn your Bali Love into bullshit shake if you don’t make a deal.” He jabbed a finger at Adam’s chest and added, “Think about our offer. If you refuse, people might find out where Bali Love really comes from.”
He turned and called, “Shake, Kool, let’s go.” Shake-Shak and Kool-EZ clambered into the Cybertruck without another word, leaving Adam alone on the porch with Rusty at his side. Adam watched the dust settle as the truck peeled away—his grip tightening around Rusty’s leash, knowing he had a serious problem on his hands.