To the side Peter and Cara each stood by a microphone. As Kerrigan and Lindsey struck up the tune, Conor was lost in the music as Cara and Peter began a duet. “I’m right here beside you,” Peter began. “And I’ll stay there as long as you let me,” Cara sang. Conor had no idea she had such an amazing voice. Peter for his part harmonized perfectly with his tenor. Conor watched as Kerrigan matched tempo and skill with Lindsey Starlight, and marveled at her ability. The Craftmaster had made her promise to practice and perform for him, and she was delivering in spades. As the song ended, Conor stood and clapped, the rest of the audience following suit. Kerrigan and Lindsey bowed and then hugged each other. Kerrigan took a microphone and said “It has been a dream for a long time to play with Lindsey! What a dream come true. Well As Lindsey said, the community center has touched many lives in strange powerful ways. While you enjoy this meal, a few of the current kids want to put on a small

Rejected Billionaire Part 3 Chapter 1 Kelan Benedict POV A loud bang snapped Kelan out of the dream. A page stuck to his face as he sat up with a yawn. He blinked trying to clear the sleep from his eyes only to find his dreaded nemesis glaring at him. “Brought you a coffee,” Natalie quipped, setting a paper cup in front of him. “It’s not poison is it?” Kelan asked wearily. He wouldn’t put it past the woman to try something like that. “Not this time. You have a meeting on the 6th floor with the cosmetics division that started at 7:30.” “What time is it?” he asked, swiping the page off his face and running his fingers through his hair trying to tame the cowlick at the back of his head. “7:45. They sent me to find you when didn’t show up on time,” Natalie said with a smirk. “Shit. Woman, why didn’t you find me sooner?” Kelan growled, jumping to his feet and trying to tug the wrinkles out of his suit. “I am not your aid, remember? I work for Miss Lokir, even if she is not here.”

Kerrigan stared blankly as Conor left, trying to process her own emotions. Conor had left in such a rush, that she had not even had the chance to get the words out she so wanted to say. She wanted to ask him to come with her. Perhaps if he was with her, not only would they be able to better solve Dragon Corporation’s issues, but she could avoid Kelan’s advances. She had to admit to herself that while those were all valid reasons, she really just wanted him with her. Kerrigan desperately hoped that the shock of her identity would not shake Conor up too much. After all, he had not minded that she was originally the head of Dragon Corporation, which to many was a lofty enough title to command serious respect, if not fear. He himself was Deinmaar to Celia, so that title had not bothered him either. “Miss Lokir, I hate to intrude, but you do have another meeting,” came miss Rose’s quiet voice from where she still sat next to Mr. Nuri. “Who?” she asked, not remembering what was supposed t

Reilynn stepped out of the house with Faolon at her side. Every evening she had taken to walking Faolan as part of her therapy. They strode around the sprawling property, heading for the creek that flowed through part of the estate. Each day she was closer to her old self, but she still enjoyed walking with Faolan. Kerrigan was safely in the house, and Evelynn and Gabriella were inside as well, so Reilynn could just be at peace here in this pocket of serene wilderness. The Gala had been a test in fortitude as she fought the pain of having that dress tug at her side, but on the whole, it had proven that she was well on the mend. It wouldn’t be long before she could return to active duty. She took in the evening sounds of birds chirping as they began to find their evening roost. To her displeasure, the sound of kids roughhousing with each other reached her over the natural sounds of dusk. While kids were fine, what alerted her was the fact the sound was coming from the creek, far into

Kerrigan groaned. Another decent meal ruined but crazy people. She pulled out some of Mr. Nuri’s cards and handed one to the staff person. “After Conor’s order is remade, I am sure our lawyer would like to hear all about this. Should this lovely human being wish to press charges she can first call Dreadnaught law firm and explain how she will be paying to replace Conor’s suit… How much was this suit?” She eyed Conor’s suit, knowing full well what it cost as she had been there that day when Mr. Dies had set it aside in favor of the color-matching set she wanted for the Gala. “Maybe 4000 dragons?” Conor winced, “This one was 5000. Mr. Dries is going to kill me himself if he finds out I let one of his custom suits get ruined like this.” The lady on the ground spluttered in indignation, “I knew you were living off her pocket change! Wait…” Her face went ghostly white. “Did you say that was a Dries suit? Zelgan Dries, the most famous tailor in Jinstain?” Kerrigan smirked, “Even if Conor