Chapter Two.
Nate chuckled and lifted a glass of water from the silver tray the waiter carried.
“You’re too generous, Mrs. Thomas. Thank you very much.”
The old crone’s wrinkled cheeks glowed beneath the praise and she handed him a check from her silver purse.
He took it and passed it directly to Martine, his executive assistant and the most organized woman he’d ever hired. “I’ll make sure to put the receipt in the mail.”
After all, the main reason most of these people donated money was for the tax benefits and that didn’t bother him one whit, as long as they kept giving their money to his charity.
“You really are a saint, Nathan Johnson. Of all the things in the world to raise money for, domestic violence against women is so out of your orbit.”
Nate grimaced out a smile and thanked
