A YOUNG ORPHAN WAS WORKING AS A CLEANER AT A MILLIONAIRE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY, AND WHEN THE BIRTHDAY BOY SAW HER, HE WAS LEFT COMPLETELY SPEECHLESS...
The October wind whistled through Boston's financial district, sending fallen leaves dancing across the polished granite steps of Montgomery Tower. Inside the penthouse suite, James Montgomery stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting his midnight blue Brioni tie for the third time. At thirty-five, he cut an impressive figure-tall, with steel-gray eyes and dark hair touched with silver at the temples. Success had left its mark in the confident set of his shoulders, but tonight, something felt different.
"Mr. Montgomery?" Emily Sullivan, his executive assistant, appeared in the doorway. "The first guests are arriving for your birthday celebration."
James nodded, his reflection showing a practiced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thank you, Emily. Is everything in place?"
"Yes, sir. The Grand Ballroom at the Fairmont Copley Plaza is ready. Harrison & Mills Catering has confirmed all arrangements." Emily paused, consulting her tablet. "And the gift from the board has been delivered as requested."...