"I wasn't the one who destroyed your book." That was unexpected. I wonder who did it then. I'm also glad she now fully gets why Mao wants to hide her identity; that it's less Mao trying to trick a friend and more so absolute terror at having even a fraction of that cultist obsession targeted at her.
As for the editor and the disasters. I'm still not really feeling it. I think the story works just fine without this weird, looming, supernatural element. Maybe it'll all gel together at the end, but at the moment, my attention instantly wanes whenever we switch to his shit.