Fourteen Months Ago
Miranda Tyler chewed absently on the pen between her
fingers, oblivious to the germs she was probably ingesting
from the well-used object She stared pensively at the blank
email drat in front of her. Was she really going to do this? It
seemed pretty pointless, and yet . . .
Her friend Emily had just gone to try to speak person-
ally with the only Sinclair living in the area, the only man
a meaningless. action. But Randi was desperate, and she
couldn't seem to conjure up a better idea, although she
badly wished she had one. Her foster parents had left her
their home, but her teaching job wasn't exactly lucrative.
She got by one what it paid, but she didn't have the kind of
funds needed to replace the Christmas money. If she did,
she'd give it without a thought. Unfortunately, that wasn't
an option.
Once Emily had gone to meet. The Beast—aka Grady
Sinclair—Randi sat down at one of the Center's aging
computers, trying to find email addresses for the rest of the
Sinclair family. Like the billionaire brothers and cousins are
really going to make their personal emails public? Still, Randi
wanted the do something.
Emily had been so devastated and desperate. Randi
couldn't bear it, and she couldn't sit and do anything while
Emily went to grovel to Grady Sinclair and continued to
make everything her fault. In reality, Emily was an amazing
director of the Center, a selfless woman who had dedicated
herself to the nonprofit organization that was the heart of
Amesport life. The Center was a better place since Emily
had accepted the job of director.
Just do it! Send the damn evil email. What's the worst that
could happen?
Randi put down she was chewing on and coped
and pasted the "info" email address published on the Sin-
clair fund web page into her empty draft. She'd found the
site during her search—the organization was a large group
charity in which all of the billionaires would end up in the hands
of some assistant or secretary. She very much debuted that
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