"We need to make sure she loses!" Sasha exclaimed as she looked at Baron Rothberg.
They were both sitting in his private quarters.
"I'll bring my best horse to race against her," Baron Rothberg vowed as he reclined in his seat, a glass of dark scotch in his hand.
Sasha walked over to him, a gleam in her eye.
"And you'll give the winning amount to me. Then, when she can't save the orphanage and I donate what they will think is a portion of my own wealth to help the orphanage, James will finally realize he is supposed to be with me!"
Baron Rothberg looked up at her with hooded eyes.
"And what do I get out of helping you?" he challenged.
Sasha looked at him a little uneasily, suddenly realizing she was in a room unchaperoned with him. She'd always been a stickler for propriety.
