Chapter 72 What If–Part 2

• At 5:00 AM, freshly showered and dressed, Natalie stood in front of the mirror, nodding her approval at her reflection. This was as professional as it would get in her black pencil skirt, white pussy-bow blouse and black heels, her hair pulled back in a low, chic bun. If it wasn't for a few unruly curls refusing to stay in place, she would have looked flawless. In the hallway, she grabbed her trusty coat, handbag and laptop and headed out.
• An hour later, she stood bewildered in front of her desk at work. Her steaming red latte wasn't there.
• Oddly disappointed and irritated at the inconsistency, Natalie turned on her laptop. If her mystery donor was going to do something, he shouldn't be half-assed about it, she thought crossly as she ran through her presentation.