WE FIGHT AS ONE
r been employed by someone as wealthy and powerful as Reginald Thompson. As sh
tions. What Reg didn't know was that Maria was hiding a secret. She was actually a talented artist, working on her portfolio
hours watching her mother work, mesmerized by the way she brought colors and textures to life. After her mothe
g city views. It was a far cry from the small, humble apartment she shared with her sister. Maria felt a pang
You're doing a great job, Maria," he said, his deep voice sending
r cheeks. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson," she
uld see right through her. But then he nodded and turned away, leaving Mar