Chapter 27
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YOU ALSO USUALLY EAT LIKE A BABY ELEPHANT
I ’m a damn idiot.
I knew the night I met her that her name sounded familiar. I never questioned it past that point because I truly believed I’d never see her again. What would’ve been the odds of that? Meeting a stranger at a bar, then leaving them that night without a number to contact. I didn’t make a habit out of researching every woman I came in contact with.
The photo from her apartment.
I don’t know how I didn’t put it together then. The man in the photo was a younger version of Daniel Thatcher, Tech tycoon and C.E.O. of Thatcher Inc., and the woman next to him, definitely Corina Thatcher.
Amelia’s parents.
Amelia. The heiress of one of the largest technology empires in the world.
“What can I get you, sir?” A woman who looks to be in her mid thirties with a hair net behind the food counter asks, interrupting my mental puzzle I’m currently piecing together.
“Three coffees, one blueberry muffin, one chocolate croissant, an everything bagel with a side of cream cheese, and one orange juice please.”
I hand the cashier my card and grab a seat nearby until she calls my name to pick up my order. As I wait, I google Daniel Thatcher. Not like I really had to, I’ve worked in mergers and acquisitions long enough to know that any law firm lucky enough to land Thatcher Inc. as a client would barely have a need to even sign other clients. Thatcher Inc. gobbled up acquisitions like a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos.
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