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He twitched his lips and asked the reason behind her laugh. “Sorry, Mr. Adair,” Alieana apologized from him after controlling her laughs. “You have written really a cute answer here. You want to make a donation because you do not know what to do with the monies you have. So, donation is the best way because it will make those children happy although you don’t like children,” stated Alieana.

Elena greeted him, her voice calm yet distant. "Elena, do you know there's a charity gala for the orphanage children at the convention hall today?" William's warm voice came from the other end of the line. "Yes, I do." The event was hardly unfamiliar to Elena. Every year, the Business Queen was among its principal donors. Even without media coverage, she regularly made monthly financial contributions to several orphanages throughout City-B. Ever since successfully building Aethel Corp, she had consistently set aside a portion of the company's earnings to help those in need.

Meanwhile, at a high-level meeting, Christian heard the buzz of his WhatsApp notification. He glanced down at his phone, read the message, and replied with a simple, "Ok." After the meeting ended, he instructed Julian, "Donate a million dollars to the Collinview Orphanage in my name. Make sure it's used to improve the kids' meals." Julian looked surprised, "Mr. Blackwood, the company recently made a large donation to the orphanage." Christian said, "This is personal. Don't overthink it—just donate." As he spoke, he transferred a million dollars from his personal bank account to Julian.

“You have?” I nodded eagerly. “When I was in university, one of my lecturers used your keynote address at the Global Children’s Development Summit as a case study.” Her eyebrows rose at my words. But I continued nonetheless. “I’ve also read your articles on sustainable community education and your foundation’s rural literacy projects. And that one thing you said that real charity isn’t measured by the size of the donation, but by how many lives never have to ask for help…it was heartwarming…” I stopped myself to take a breath, realizing I had said too much too fast. And she looked too stunned and speechless for a moment before she let out a genuine laugh.

March 4th: Anonymous donation, $120,000. The literacy center. I remember standing in that empty storefront, calculating how many months of rent we could afford, when the notification had pinged on my phone. I'd dropped to the dusty floor, certain there'd been some mistake. June 27th: Anonymous donation, $94,500. My finger traces the identical routing numbers on each transaction. Not identical enough to flag any systems, but distinctive enough when you're specifically looking for a pattern. The donor had been careful—meticulous, even.

“Ever since I knew you’d be speaking as the outstanding graduate representative, I started planning all of this. If I was going to be here, I wanted the full experience.” Adora stared at him, wanting to scold him, but couldn’t find a reason. After all, he had done everything so perfectly. To call herself upset would only make her sound unreasonable. Instead, she asked, “And the library donation? When did you plan that?” It wasn’t the money she minded. She enjoyed making money, but she wasn’t miserly. And donating to build a university library was deeply meaningful, something that would benefit generations—something she could only approve of.

THE VERY BEAUTIFUL END! ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: I'm overwhelmed with gratitude as I sit down to write these words. Your support, love, and acceptance mean the world to me. By choosing to read my book, you've not only given me the courage to share my story but have also embraced my imperfections and vulnerabilities as a writer. Your kindness, encouragement, and feedback have been a constant source of inspiration, motivating me to keep pushing forward and growing. I'm humbled by your willingness to invest your time and emotions in my work.

“It’s always an honor to stand here among friends, partners, and patrons who’ve made the Wren Foundation what it is today. Amara believed deeply in the power of literacy.In the idea that one book could change a life. And tonight, for the seventh year,we celebrate that legacy.” He paused, letting the applause rise and settle. “In a world full of distractions, giving a child the gift of story is revolutionary. And for those who’ve supported us throughout the years, you know how close this mission is to our hearts. So—thank you.” Lena found herself watching him instead of the crowd. He was compelling in ways she couldn’t define. His words perfectly measured, and his expression soft enough to ap

"Random House increased their offer to two million. But the editor at Simon & Schuster says she'll match it and donate half the profits to the foundation." "This isn't about money." "I know. But it could fund scholarships for a thousand children." She had a point. Money for the memoir meant money for the mission. "What does your gift tell you?" I asked. "Which publisher should I choose?" Hope closed her eyes for a moment, using her precognitive abilities to scan possible futures. "Simon & Schuster. The editor there, Jennifer Martinez, is the granddaughter of a woman the foundation helped in 1998. She understands what you're trying to say."

With that, we started walking to his house and I never looked back. Author's note: Hello there! This is The Red Delilah. Thank you for reading my book. I know the story starts off a bit common, but please give it a chance. As you read further, things will get interesting. Trust me. Thank once again for reading my book and enjoy!