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"I printed a copy of the event details for you," Boyd said, sliding a sheet of paper across his sleek onyx desk.
We were at his office downtown to go over the fundraiser gala next week, where I’d be performing.
The building was slender, modern. Designed by a famous architect whose name escaped me. Boyd’s company occupied every floor, each one styled in that open-space, glass, and dark accents aesthetic that was not only elegant but functional.
The foundation he ran was just a tucked-away department, barely a quarter of a floor. Apparently, Boyd split his time between the family business—which made him rich—and the charity, which made him happy.
The best of both worlds.
I reached across the chill surface and picked up the paper, scanning the schedule. I was supposed to sing for
