Maddison Lorenzo.
As soon as Adonis disappears into his office, I let out a breath and close my eyes. When I open them, Allison is walking over to me.
“Fifteen minutes spent on a copier machine?” she bends down, helping me pick up the scattered papers.
“I’m…sorry—”
“Forget it, b. Emily said you should join the volunteer department for the fundraiser right away. Hands are few, it’s a lot of work there, but it’s mostly easy stuff.”
I stand up, rubbing my hands together. “Fundraiser? For what cause?”
“Adonis Praxis does it for orphanages every year. Haven’t you seen the footage that’s out now? Of him punching that boy at his club? Most of our volunteers are college kids…they saw that and, well…they hate him right now.”
I squint. Two things happen. One sounds impossible. The other soun
