A Night At The Gala

A Night At The Gala

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***After Double Blind*** Once more we find Max Goodwin turning New Amsterdam on it's head. When Brantley tells Max, he needs to raise more money at the Fundraising Gala again, worry consumes him. However, help isn't too far away for Max and neither is something he has secretly been looking for. Helen Sharpe and Valentina Castro have it out finally. Helen goes full Max and prays he's still there to be her safety net. However fear can sometimes be stronger than bravery. Attention: I do not own any of the original character's featured in this fanfiction that are already owned by NBC's New Amsterdam. Warning: Adult Content- please be advised of sexual themes, violence, and crude/ inappropriate language. Viewers should be 18+.
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