Chapter 2
Amelie
Holy crap. Why in the world have I done this?
In just two weeks, I have received about six thousand applicants! Six thousand men who love the idea of getting paid to impregnate me, even sight unseen, with no name or mention of my wealth.
And most of them are very blunt about it.
Not only is romance dead, I think, but a lot of these guys can’t even manage tact.
I sit in my book-lined office, overlooking the rear garden, scrolling through the archive of messages on my tablet. I disqualify anyone immediately who is from overseas, gives a hint of being married, or asks my net worth. That only pares things down by several hundred, however.
All right, this is ridiculous. There’s no way I’m going to read all these emails from top to bottom. It’s time to put on my executive
