Chapter 3 THE LETTER

Damon sat alone in his office, staring at the city view from the 18th floor. His fingers tapped slowly on the glass table, but his mind wasn't on work.

He hated distractions.

But today, one had managed to crawl into his thoughts.

That name again.

Grace.

He finally pulled the brown envelope from the pile of requests on his desk. The secretary had placed it there earlier, just in case he changed his mind.

He opened it lazily, not expecting anything special. But the first line caught him.

"I am not writing this to beg, but to share my truth..."

He raised an eyebrow.

As he read on, her words painted a picture: a struggling mother, a sick home, a girl desperate to finish school... but refusing to compromise her values.

A virgin?

A Christian?

He chuckled. "They still exist?"

He finished the letter, then dropped it on the table and leaned back.

"She sounds... innocent."

He pressed a button on his desk.

"Get me that girl's contact," he said. "I want to meet her. Let's see if she's as holy as she claims."

"But sir," his secretary's voice crackled, "she's still waiting for a response."

"Then give her one," he said with a smirk. "Tell her the boss wants a private meeting."

He stood up, buttoning his suit. A dangerous smile played on his lips.

"Let's see what a desperate virgin is willing to do for school fees."