"Half a million dollars?!" I exclaimed, staring at the check my unofficial auntie and benefactor handed me. "Auntie, what kind of job are you offering me? You're not selling drugs, are you?" She laughed, the kind of deep, heartfelt laughter. "You silly girl, I wouldn’t go through all the hardships I’ve been through just to end up in jail. Sweetheart, I’m smarter than that." Figures. Tamara Shawn, a former beauty queen, a public figure who married a trillionaire. She was almost perfect, at least in the public's eyes. In mine, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met—inside and out. "I’m just asking for a little favor," she added, holding her fingers close together as if it were no big deal. "A ‘little’ favor for a million dollars?" I raised an eyebrow. That’s a little hard to believe. I’ve just finished college, and I’m not dumb enough to think there’s not something fishy going on here. She waved me off. "Do you remember my godson, Johnny Miles? You both went to the same sc
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