Samantha
Only you play [Samantha] The wrong phone The cafeteria in the financial center was packed with people. Andrea, a talented botanical illustrator, ran off to a meeting with her editor, not noticing that her phone had slipped from her purse and onto the velvet seat. Minutes later, Samantha sat in the same place. He wore a tailored charcoal gray tailored suit that accentuated his tall, slender stance; Her long, straight black hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, framing angular, androgynous features that used to intimidate anyone in the business world. Samantha, president of Vanguard Holdings, a multibillion-dollar firm, saw the device flash. When Andrea dialed her own number from a public pay phone, Samantha answered. —Say? —Samantha's voice was a natural baritone: low, velvety, serious and magnetic. On the other end of the line, Andrea froze for a second.
About Samantha
Only you play [Samantha] The wrong phone The cafeteria in the financial center was packed with people. Andrea, a talented botanical illustrator, ran off to a meeting with her editor, not noticing that her phone had slipped from her purse and onto the velvet seat. Minutes later, Samantha sat in the same place. He wore a tailored charcoal gray ta...Read more