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Adrian's POVI was standing next to my best friend, looking at the hospital bed. I had spent several minutes staring at her sleep.“So peaceful,” my friend said, bending nearer. “Do you think you are doing the right thing, Adrian? Perhaps... perhaps you need to reconsider this. Perhaps Amara is not your ex-girlfriend, after all.”I shook my head firmly. “I know what I felt,” I said, and my voice did not tremble. "I'm sure. Look at her. This lying woman... she is the one who saved her. She is doing all she can for her. Probably, my woman is now experiencing memory loss, and it is only this woman who can assist. She is the only one who knows what to do, where she was, what has happened to her, and everything I need to know. It is she who can mentor this.”My friend looked about the room fearfully. "Adrian, we should leave. We can't be here. Someone could see us. This is too risky."I smiled slightly, shaking my head. "No. That's exactly what I want.""What?" he asked, frowning.“I wish

Adrian's POVAs the door opened, I looked up at my desk and there she was.Amara Hart. The same woman I had spent hours with last night, but now there in professional clothes, calm and collected, was hardly the same as the drunk, desperate one I had seen a few hours ago. Yet I got the shock of her eyes when she recognized me. I was unable to resist the smirk that pulled at my lips, but I struggled to keep myself in check. Professional. Cool. That's exactly what I had to be.Good morning, Miss Hart, said I in my smooth voice. "Congratulations on the job. I'm glad you could join us."Her eyes were a little open, and I caught a glimpse of the waver of confusion and disbelief, but she nodded. She stood erect in a pose, spoke in a controlled voice. "Thank you, Mr. Adrian. I am glad to have a chance.I pointed to the little area in my office that I had cleared out for her. I would like to recap on your duties. Your workspace is here. You can get everything you want, and I will be there to

Amara's POVAmara, the doctor, said, Your cancer, your mother, has got worse... much worse. She might not have even a few months without a bone marrow transplant."W-What?" My voice cracked. "A few months? But she was talking to me only the week before... she was all right... she--"I'm sorry," he said gently. We have been following her for a long time. The cancer was advancing at a rate earlier than anticipated.My eyes blurred immediately. I put my hands over my head and endeavored to restrain the tears, but they fell, hot and unmanageable."How do we save her?" I whispered. "Just tell me what to do. Please."He took a slow breath. "We need a donor. We are going to begin the search at once, but Amara... it is not cheap. The procedure, the preparation, the aftermath of the transplant... it is all expensive.Money. It always came down to money.The very thing I no longer had."I'll do it," I said quickly. "Test me. I'll be the donor if I match."He nodded. "We can do that now."He got

Amara's POVThe cab came to a crawling halt in front of a bar where there were neon lights flashing over the door.When he has a bad day, he said, then this place makes him forget a bit.I stared at the building. I did not know whether anything would put me out of mind of today, but I had nowhere to go. I put a hand into my purse to get some money, although my hands were trembling so much that I nearly dropped it."How much is--"With a little wave, he broke in upon me. "Don't worry about it. You've had enough for one day. Just take care of yourself."For a moment, I couldn't speak.Thank you, I said, just barely able to keep my voice in check.He nodded and drove off. I made a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and walked in.The music hit me immediately. Loud. Heavy. Individuals dancing as though it were none of their business. Mixed laughter and the clink of glasses. Everyone was free in a manner that I was envious of. My entire day was ruined, and these individuals were leadi

Amara's POVI was typing a report when my office telephone rang. I did not pay much attention to it until the receptionist told me that Amara, “Mr. Collins wants to see you. Now.”My stomach squeezed.He would never summon anybody to his office unless something was amiss.I stood and pulled my skirt, and had to walk down the hallway. I knew even before I knocked that there was something heavy on the other side."Come in," he said.I stepped inside. Mr. Collins sat behind his desk with a solemn face. He pointed to the opposite seat."Sit, Amara."I sat quietly, waiting.He folded his hands. Your work has been declining in the past few weeks.His eyes were on mine. "This isn't like you. What's going on?"My heart thumped slowly. I didn't want to talk about it. Not here. Not with him."I'm fine, sir," I said.He frowned. "I don't believe that. You have been one of my best employees in two years. One minute, you find out that your job is late, messy, and you are distracted. He leaned forw