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