SUMMARY: Frantic Amelia Randolph is in the hospital with a pain in her stomach that feels like she was stabbed with a hot butcher knife. It's all because she's watching the most important person in her life slowly slip away. Her grandmother was sick again, and she knew it had to be from drinking tainted water. She paced the room in the hospital where she watched her grandmother sleep. Nothing had been right in a long time, not since billionaire CEO Jacob Montgomery's company installed that new water treatment system near her grandmother's home. She had her suspicions for a long time, and she was right. She had called, prodded, and attacked everyone she could that was associated with Jacob's company. It wasn't that she couldn't be a lady, she could. Her grandmother was the most important person to her and there was no way she could just idly by and wait for things to get worse. Her health was deteriorating by the minute, all because she started drinking that tainted water. The water was supposed to keep her healthy, not kill her. When Amelia confronts CEO Jacob at his office to get answers, the tingly feeling between her legs wasn't what she expected when she met him for the first time. Is the faulty water filtration system the result of an honest installation mistake and will Amelia forgive him or will she hatch a sinister plan to seek revenge on him for making her grandmother sick?
Amelia Randolph was fuming. Her grandmother was sick again, and it had to be the water. She paced the room in the hospital where she watched her grandmother sleep. Nothing had been right in a long time, not since that ass, billionaire CEO Jacob Montgomery had installed that new water filtration equipment near her grandmother's home. She'd had her suspicions for a long time, but after they tested it, she knew she had to be right. She had called, prodded and attacked everyone she could. It wasn't that she couldn't be a lady, she could. Her grandmother was the most important person to her and there was no way she could just stand idly by and wait for things to get worse. Friday, she would get her chance, but until then she was doing her best to keep calm. If she went too crazy beforehand, she may not be able to state her case, and she had to. She looked over at the woman nestled into the bed that seemed to swallow her up in its massive size "I'll fix it, Nana, I will." She whispered the words to herself. Her grandmother had been asleep for an hour now and a sounder sleeper you would never meet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror near the doorway. Her normally tamed head of hair was a jumbled mess. She was an average girl, at least she thought so. At 5'7 she was taller than many girls, she had dark green eyes and was in pretty good shape. She wasn't perfect by any means. She filled out her clothes nicely and was curvy. She was far from the model stick-thin types most men preferred. Her hair was naturally curly and hung down past her shoulders. There must have been 4 different shades of red mixed in there. Today what she needed most was some conditioner and a ponytail. She glanced over at the table where lunch had been placed and noticed a rubber band, it would have to do. With a shrug, she wrapped her hair in a severe bun and at least managed to contain the wild mess.
She took a seat by the large window in the room and opened a book. Reading calmed her and had always been a favorite pastime. There was something magical about being swept away into someone else's fantasy world. It made things easier, especially when times got dark. She gave her Nana another look over. She had saved her life, literally. She owed her everything, and wouldn't stop short of giving her as much back. She would fix this mess, or die trying. It had been twelve years since her life had changed for the better. At 26 there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't remember, and take time to appreciate the life she had now. Her mother had been an angry, bitter woman. That's pretty much all she could remember about her. She'd had Amelia young, they could have been sisters really. Her life had been hard and full of everything negative. Amelia could remember being hungry, and cold more often than not. Her mother was always entertaining one man or another. Whatever money she made prostituting she would spend on drugs, throwing her son and daughter a crumb or two from time to time. When Amelia turned 10, things got even worse. She felt the sadness well up in her, even now. Her brother's name was Evan. He was always a sweet boy, and often sick. He was younger by five years and Amelia tried her best to protect him. He never hurt anyone in his whole life and he could have been something wonderful. The day he disappeared was the longest day of her life. Her mother was running late as always, and they were starving. She was only 10 years old, and she knew they could go to the neighbor's house and Miss Sinclair would help them. She was always giving them bread and candies. She had specifically told Evan to stay at the house. She had tucked him into the cot in their corner of the room and told him to wait and she would get them some food. He had smiled up at her and she hugged him before going. It was the last time she would ever see him. Miss Sinclair wasn't home, but on her way back to their house someone had seen her and followed her. He was a big man, he smelled of whiskey and smoke. He grabbed her by the arm and refused to let go despite her kicking and screaming. With a kick to the groin, she had finally broken free and she ran, probably faster than she ever would again in her life. She made it home, and Evan was gone. She frantically looked for him, but there was no sign of him.