The Heart of Summer

a rush of excitement wash over her. She had dreamed of living in New York City for as lo

ring skyscrapers and endless stream of people rushing to and fro were a far cry from the quie

rsue her dreams in the city. She had always been passionate about art, and she was dete

city. She passed by street performers and vendors, the smell of hot dogs and pretzels wafting t

o in a high-rise building in the Upper East Side. She had rented it sight unseen,

dn't help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility. She was fi

shrill in the silence. She hesitated for a mome

said, trying

mooth voice said on the other end of the li

how Alexander Grayson, the billionaire CEO o

ummer asked, try

o I am, Summer. I've been following your

d. What did Alexander

rying to sound calm. "But what

the line, and for a moment, Summer w

xander said finally. "I have a propositi

kind of proposition could Alexan

Summer said, tryi

at 7 pm tomorrow night,"

at, the lin

apartment, wondering what she

long after she had finished unpacking. The conversation with A

s billionaire, and wha

wandering back to the conversation. She had always been cautious when it ca

spark of curiosity that had been ignited within h

elf glancing at the clock every few min

tomorrow

ept Alexander

he mean by "a

her mind like a vortex,

rifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions

d and determined. She was going to face whatever

ding within her. She had always been one to shy away from the unknown, but somethin

herself standing in front of her closet

mysterious dinner invit

ummer's phone rang, s

said, trying

r voice said on the other end of the line. "I

beat. "I am," she said, t

'll send a car for you at

at, the lin

er apartment, feeling a sense

just gotten

on, Summer couldn't shake the feeling that her life

st friend, Rachel, to confide in

el was always so cautious, alwa

felt a thrill of excitement at the

cided to keep the conversation

d herself lost in thought, wonder

ept Alexander

he mean by "a

her mind like a vortex,

rifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions