Two f-ing days! Fio has been writing and rewriting a crappy query letter for two f-ing days, and it still doesn't read right. She's written a 400-page novel, but no one will look at even the first twenty pages of it if the one-page query letter isn't super-duper special.
It's like there's a tiny keyhole in a big door, and Fio has to figure out how to configure a key to fit it so the door will swing open and her four hundred pages can enter the sanctum sanctorum, which is, of course, an agent's office.
Fio is doomed.