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Jessie
I couldn’t afford a goddamn lawyer. Even my CPA suggested the easy fix of changing my DBA name. Well, I wasn’t having it. I’d made a promise to my father while his casket had lowered into the ground—that I would see Midnight Sun Charter in operation again, with me in the pilot seat. I wouldn’t ever feel complete without it.
The Blackes had been in business since the first Alaskan bush pilots took to the skies, and I wasn’t about to give up over one man’s childishness over not getting the p***y he wanted. f*****g rich prick realized I couldn’t be bought so had to resort to retaliation to make himself feel better.
“f*****g bastard.”
I hadn’t smiled in two weeks, and the fact the next month’s bills arrived, only deepened my scowl. Couldn’t a single woman living alone on the edg
