There are those moments in one's life that seem to whisper from a distance, gentle hints usually brushed off as coincidences or fleeting thoughts.
In Nicole's case, that was when she saw the name Leonard Abrams on the project file she reviewed several weeks ago at Taylons Enterprises while working as a secretary to his ex-husband.
The name came with weight, the kind that clings to headlines and television screens, proclaiming success and opulence. She had never met the man behind the name, but the world knew him-a prodigy, one of New York's youngest billionaires.
Yet, there was something about his last name that hit her differently.
Abrams.
The word danced on her tongue, burrowing into her brain as though it belonged to her too.
Could all these be just mere coincidences? She had be
