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Bohemian … is the style she chose whenever she’s not at work. Flower bandana around her head, her favorite orange sunglasses, a leather sling bag, and leather straps and sandals wrapped around her lean long legs up to her knees. “How do I look?” she asked Perry, her housemate. He tilted his head to one side and rested his hands on his waist. Even without make-up, her face was naturally beautiful. “Like Margot Simmins … a free-spirited hippie who roams the city without a care in the world … looking for the next unassuming gentleman who’s about to get his next great lay and left to wonder what the fuck just happened to him,” he hugged her from behind. “I feel sorry for the poor bastard already,” he chuckled. “Oh please … guys love no commitment fucks, they’d do it every day if they can.” “Not all of them … especially those who drink their coffee quietly at the coffee houses you go to … for a nice person like you, what you’re doing is pretty cruel, you know?” She turned to face him

The Somerset Inn was a 15-minute walk from the pier. The day was grey, the night was starting to come alive by the lights. But The Somerset Inn was dim and looked rather sleazy from the outside. Richard folded his arms and stared at the flickering neon sign. “Why do I get the feeling that I won’t be getting your number or even your last name?” he asked calmly. “Simmins … Margot Simmins … that’s my last name.” He raised a brow, “And your phone number?” She smiled, “Just look it up … you’ll find me.” “Whatever happened to an old-fashioned chance encounter when a gentleman can take a woman home and pick her up again for another date?” “Oh … come on Richard, don’t tell me you’ve never done this before?” “You wouldn’t believe me if I tell you,” he exhaled deeply. “You’re saying … you’re a 44-year-old, attractive, single man … who never had a one-night stand?” “Is that what this is? A one-night stand? I thought we’re friends now?” She laughed, “Of course we are … that makes it a l

ONE MONTH LATERJamie Knox was a freelancer. That much was true. She created Public Relations campaigns for small companies and non-profit organizations that didn’t have their own internal PR department, and whose values she believed in. She was also an advocate for animal rights and supported many causes to restore the environment.She made enough for a living by doing what she was passionate about. Her communication skills were beneficial to persuade major companies, the government, and the public to fund her campaigns, so she was often asked to deliver speeches or do presentations at fundraising events.She often worked with Perry who ran his own small event organizer company. They referred each other to the company that hired them because their field of work intertwined. One of their recent projects was the annual charity event for Save The Animals Foundation. The largest environmental foundation in Lancaster.Jamie was asked to be one of the speakers to introduce their activities

“Are you okay?” Perry asked backstage.She shook her nerves away, “An audience with our beloved guest of honor, what could be better? Do you think he recognized me?” She was still in denial.Perry shrugged, “Why else would he request an audience with you at his table?”She shot him a look, “My program? Maybe he’s interested in that?”“Well … yeah … but you spent a whole day with him … and slept with him twice in one night … they say he has photographic memory … that’s how he managed to thrive with his father’s legacy.”Jamie slapped his stomach with the back of her hand, “You said he probably wouldn’t recognize me before my presentation?” She protested.“I had to say something … you looked like you were about to faint or something.”She didn’t feel much better than before, knowing she was going to be sitting across from him later that night. Now that she knew who he was, it made her even more nervous. Sometimes the things we hear about someone formed an image in our heads that determi

The Q was located in the business district of Lancaster, right in the middle of the city center. It towered up to the 77th floor, the highest building in the city and the largest hotel in the country. It used to be known as The Quotidian where most businessmen and women owned a suite there and used them as a second home so it was easier to commute around the area in their busy daily life and work.It was solely owned by the Love Dynasty, along with dozens of other luxurious hotels in the world. There’s no telling what businesses were owned by the dynasty because they owned either a small portion, half, or the entire share of the businesses all over Lancaster. And by dynasty, it was under one prominent name, Richard Gabriel Love.RGL logo was plastered on the helipad on the 77th floor of the building, it was also plated in gold on the sign leading up to the 76th floor. It was a long way up, she had to get clearance to use the elevator, not to mention three security check stops along th