How to Get it All: Chapter 13: The Great Chase & The Ultimate Close Call
Dust, danger, and devotion: Adam and Allie’s wildest delivery yet.
Welcome to the lucky thirteenth 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.
The clock overlay reads 15 MINUTES LEFT, the countdown pressing like a weight against Adam’s chest. Four boxes remain. Adam grips the final crate, its label bold and unmistakable: Magical Baths by A&A Farms. Beneath it, an elegant script quotes, “A woman is like a tea bag, you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” He shoves the last box onto the truck, then, an engine roared, gravel flew, and dust clouded the air.
The Cybertruck screeched to a halt directly in front of him, blocking the path. Doors swung open and Kush Daddy stepped out first—slow, deliberate—followed by Shake-Shak and Kool-EZ, their faces unreadable. Adam exhaled slowly. He knew this moment was coming. Kush adjusted his cuffs, eyes sweeping over the truck before settling on the boxes, then on Adam.
“Looks like my man’s in a bit of a rush now, ain’t he?” Kush said, smooth but sharp.
Adam didn’t flinch. “Just a tight deadline, you know how it is.”
A low chuckle rolled from Kush’s chest. “I do. That’s why I figured we’d drop in.” He nodded toward the boxes. “Word is you’ve been making some serious money lately. And I thought we had an arrangement.”
“Nothing’s changed,” Adam said evenly.
“Oh?” Kush tilted his head with an amused smirk. He pulled a small bottle of CBD oil from his pocket, letting the light catch the label. “Then why does it feel like I’m getting left out?” Behind him, Shake-Shak drummed his fingers against a crate. Adam’s jaw tightened.
“Where’d you get that from?” he asked flatly.
Kush chuckled, tossing the bottle up and catching it smoothly. “I got my people. Since I wasn’t informed about your side hustle, I’d like to discuss a deal.”
Adam forced a calm breath, masking his tension. “I’m listening.”
Kush leaned in, lowering his voice. “We’ve been working on stuff too. I want you to stock it at Buddy’s. You sell our strain, we both cash in. Fifteen percent from our profits—and an extra five percent of your Bali Love.”
Adam snorted. “You already take twenty percent of my land.”
“That ain’t enough,” Kush said, teeth flashing. “We get twenty percent of all your businesses.”
Adam’s expression hardened. “No deal. My twenty percent is from the land—nothing else was agreed.”
Kush’s grin vanished. He took a slow hit from his pen, exhaling the vapor right into Adam’s face. “That land’s producing far more now. And that doesn’t include your new business.” He tapped the pen against his palm. “We made an offer. Now it’s time to make a deal.”
Adam plastered on a grin and reached for the truck door. “I’ll take a closer look when I get back.”
Kush’s hand slammed the door shut. “That’s not the answer I came for.”
Adam bolted, returned to the truck and floored it—only to have the passenger door swing open as Allie dove in beside him. “I know you can handle this,” he protested, “but we’re in it together.”
She slammed the door. “I’m the Bonnie to your Clyde.” She leaned in and kissed him hard—electric, deep, long overdue.
A fist pounded on the passenger window. They froze as the WGA surrounded the truck like wolves. “Let’s get out of here!” Adam jammed the keys. The engine roared, tires spun, and they tore off—Rusty leapt into the bed, landing among the crates.
The Cybertruck roared in pursuit, the gap closing fast. Adam weaved through traffic, Allie yelling, “They’re catching up!” He punched the gas, veered onto a gravel backroad, and vanished in a cloud of dust.
Inside the Cybertruck, Kush barked orders. Kool-EZ struggled with the wheel. Shake-Shak panicked, “I’m hit!” Kush snapped, “You’re not hit—keep up!”
Adam’s old truck flew down the gravel, dodging hills and valleys. He called in reinforcements: “Bulldog, intercept!” Smitty confirmed an assist. Up ahead, a dump truck unleashed manure across the road, trapping the Cybertruck in steaming sludge. The stench was unbearable—Kush gagged, “What the hell?!” Kool-EZ coughed, “Boss, that’s manure.”
They finally broke free, only to face a herd of cows. Kush blared the horn. They limped forward—and then a llama spat on the windshield. “Eww!” Kool-EZ yelled.
Adam spotted the Express building. 2 MINUTES LEFT. Adam tore in, boxes flying out the doors as he and Allie unloaded the final crate, slamming it on the counter with seconds to spare. He pulled her in and kissed her, deep and triumphant, while the raging WGA skid to a halt outside, Rusty bounding free of the truck bed and reunited with Kush.