Wrong For You (Before You Series Book 3)(22)
“It’s your call…for now, but if I suspect a leak of this shit, I’m going to take control of the story and spin to our advantage. That’s my job.”
Of course he would. Alec raked his hands through his hair. “Fine, but give me notice so I can do some damage control on my end. Don’t just spring some crazy story on me five minutes before it goes viral.” He needed the opportunity to come clean with Violet before she read it somewhere or someone confronted her with the truth, but most of all he wanted to explore what was happening between them without the baggage of fame.
“I’ll do my best.”
“So how do the fundraising numbers look?”
Alec heard Rick shuffling through some papers on his desk. “Good, I got a commitment for somewhere north of three hundred thousand dollars.”
“I need more.”
“What?” Rick yelled into the phone.
“Double that total and we’ll be good.” Alec hoped if he offered the Barrington Family Trust cash and a twenty-four hour closing, they might accept less.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will.” Alec hung up the phone and tossed on the sofa next to him.
His thoughts immediately returned to Violet. For two weeks, he’d been avoiding the pull between Violet and him, but he was done. He wanted her and he couldn’t deny it any longer. With each day that passed, his desire for her was eclipsing his common sense.
***
Violet spent most of the morning combing through resumes. She checked the balance in the Foundation’s account and about half of the money Alec promised had already hit the account. Seeing that number…seventy three thousand four hundred and forty four dollars when she checked the Foundation’s online banking, nearly caused her to faint. Since she started managing the Foundation’s funds nearly two years ago, the account had never looked so promising.
Maybe she could push off law school for a little while longer. If Alec came through and the Foundation actually purchased the building and had a steady stream of donations, she could delay her decision to follow in her parents’ footsteps.
Her cell phone buzzed on her desk. Ryder.
“Hey Ryder.” She hadn’t talked to her brother since he left for Alaska to kayak in Prince William Sound and hike Columbia Glacier nearly a month ago. The whole trip sounded really cold and miserable to her, but he’d been saving money for nearly six months to take the trip and it was all he could talk about for months. He lived and died for his next extreme adventure. She always worried she’d get some call about him being involved in some crazy accident, but she couldn’t be mad at him for living his dreams. He always did what he loved regardless of what their mom and dad thought.
“Hey sis. How’s everything?”
She smiled, swiveling her chair to look out the window while she talked. “Well, if you called last week, I would’ve told you everything sucked, but today is a different story.”
“Do you want to elaborate?”
“The Foundation has some new donors, and as of this minute, the account has over seventy thousand dollars.”
“What? How’d you pull that off?”
“I didn’t,” she said. “This guy walked into the Foundation last week and wanted to volunteer for a month. He raised the funds.”
Ryder didn’t say anything for a few prolonged moments. “Violet,” he paused again as if he had something to say, but he didn’t know how to do it so he didn’t hurt her feelings. “Money doesn’t just fall into your lap like that. What do you know about this guy? Have you looked at his background?”
“Of course. I checked his references and did a background check.” She didn’t actually run the background check. She kind of skipped that step because she was desperate for help and, at that moment, she would have accepted almost anyone who promised to lift a finger to help her, especially if they agreed to work for free. Hell, he could have been a snake oil salesman, and she may not have cared. Even pretend help with ulterior motives would give her the illusion that she wasn’t drowning in piles of work alone.
“Okay.” She could almost hear his mind working to find holes in her story. “What does this guy do besides drop into a charity for a month and spread fairy dust around?”
Before answering, she chewed on her fingernail, a nasty habit that she had abandoned long ago when she couldn’t take one more minute of her mother’s constant nagging. “He works at some music talent agency or something in California. LA, I think.”
“What’s his interest in the Foundation?” her brother asked, pressing her for more information.