Chapter 2

But desperate times and all that.

As the elevator continued to climb toward the floors that housed Green Room Media, Inc. building, she
wondered exactly what she’d be doing. She knew she’d landed the job as a temporary consultant, so
she hoped this was a position that would get her close to some cutting room floor footage. Maybe she’d
even come in close contact with some of the camera crew from Secret Lives.

She needed to find some juicy tidbit on Miranda. Something to hold over her or, better yet, to expose
her for the gold-digging, conniving attention seeker Sophie believed she was. Something that would let
Sophie challenge the will and put Blackwood property back in Blackwood hands, where it belonged. A
woman who always flaunted her life and her material possessions all over television didn’t need
anything more.

Sophie and her brothers deserved their due inheritance. She didn’t want to be a whiny child about it,
but she’d grown up in Blackwood Hollow and the home held so many memories...memories that
shouldn’t have been just handed over to Miranda Dupree. Memories she and her brothers made with
their wonderful late mother that Sophie wanted to carry over into her own family or her brothers’
families one day. That legacy belonged to the Blackwood children, not a second wife. Sophie wanted to
do this for her brothers; she wanted them to have what they deserved. They all had plenty of money...
This wasn’t about that. This was about family, which they’d never considered Miranda part of.

Sophie didn’t believe Miranda’s sweet and innocent public persona...not one bit. The woman wouldn’t
be on one of the most scandalous reality shows on television if she were that perfect. There had to be
something. Unfortunately, Sophie had made a point of avoiding Miranda as much as possible during
her father’s short-lived second marriage. She just plain didn’t know the woman well enough to know
which closets to search for Miranda’s carefully hidden skeletons. But surely they were around here
somewhere, in the offices of the show that had been the centerpiece of Miranda’s life for the past few
years.



Secret Lives was a popular reality show based on divorced women living in Manhattan. Of course,
ratings hinged on how many scandals the ladies could cause while displaying their lavish lifestyles. It
was tacky and tasteless—but it was popular, and it came with a big staff of people behind it, all working
to keep it going. That was where Sophie had found her “in.”

Sophie had applied for a personal consultant position within the company that produced Secret Lives.
The security in the place was top-notch, so she’d had to get creative on getting in. No way would a
Blackwood be allowed in this office. Not with the death of Miranda’s husband so recent. Just the word
Blackwood would raise too many red flags and Sophie would be shut out before she could even get
started.

A temporary job was the perfect opportunity to get inside.

The only glitch? Sophie’s popularity from her interior design YouTube channel, Dream It, Live It, forced
her to alter her look. Usually, popularity was a great problem to have—but for the time being, it was
getting in her way. If she didn’t have so many loyal followers, she wouldn’t have had to go to such great
lengths to disguise herself.

Nothing a little hair color, some carefully applied makeup, a sexy pair of cat-eye glasses, a polished
jacket and skinny jeans couldn’t fix. She typically wore fun dresses because she always found a dress
to be much more comfortable than pants. So this outfit was definitely outside of her norm. So was the
makeup. She much preferred a natural look, so the red lips were completely out of her comfort zone.

And the hair? She was kind of digging this style. A little fringe around her face and the bold shade of
ashy blond made her feel a little sassy. The self-esteem boost was much needed because her nerves
were all over the place.

She was hopeful and quite certain nobody would recognize her now.



So here she was, day one of her new job and fully embracing her new identity. Maybe blondes would
have more fun.

Oh, and of course her name was the biggest adjustment. That was something she had to fully embrace
and always be aware of because if someone tried to get her attention and she wasn’t focused enough
to recognize her faked name, her cover would be blown.

The elevator stopped and Sophie pulled in a deep breath.

No. She had to stop thinking of herself as Sophie. In this building, and for the next week, she would
have to think of herself as Roslyn Andrews. She could remember that, right? A nice combo of Sophie’s
middle name and her grandmother’s maiden name. No problem. At least she’d chosen something
somewhat familiar. And she wouldn’t have to get used to it for long.

She’d given herself a week timeline to get in, find the scoop and get out. She didn’t like being sneaky—
that was quite the opposite of her personality—but she also felt that she and her siblings had been
wronged. So, one week. Surely she could do some quick snooping?

The elevator doors slid open and the posh offices of Green Room Media greeted her. The elegant
white decor and semicircular desk in the middle of the spacious floor plan were simple, yet classy. The
receptionist glanced up from his computer and smiled. She’d talked with him before when she’d come
for her interview just days ago. They clearly needed someone fast because they’d hired Sophie on the
spot.

“Ah, Miss Andrews. Welcome back. Are you ready for your first day?”

More than he knew. Would it be too obvious if she asked to view cut footage right off the bat?

“Let’s do it,” Sophie said with a smile. “Just tell me where I’ll be.”



Craig, she believed his name was, came to his feet and gestured toward the long hallway. “You will
actually be working right alongside Mr. Townshend, you lucky girl. He’s amazing, but he demands
loyalty and precision. His personal assistant is out on maternity leave, but that’s no problem. If you
need anything, you can always come find me.”

Working with Mr. Townshend? As in Nigel Townshend? She would be his temporary personal
consultant? Sophie didn’t know if she was thrilled or terrified to be put in the most inner circle of the
entire company...and with the sexiest mogul to ever grace the covers of magazi

nes. He was known as the British Billionaire Bad Boy. Any woman with breath in her lungs knew who
Nigel was.

Sophie’s heart fluttered and her stomach got a little schoolgirl giddy. Nigel was one very dominating,
very powerful man. When Sophie had interviewed, she’d thought for sure she was just going to be a
gopher or someone to answer phones. She’d hoped for more, but she also had to be realistic. She’d
only been trying to get her foot in the door.

Well, she was in all right. Now she only had moments to mentally prepare to not only meet the sexy Brit
but also to compose herself so she didn’t come across as some nitwit who didn’t deserve this position.
She couldn’t afford to be let go before she got what she came for.

Sophie hurried to catch up with Craig as he made his way down the wide corridor.

“Are you sure this is the position I’m here for?” she questioned.

Craig came to a halt so fast Sophie jerked to a stop to prevent running into him. He glanced around
before leaning in and whispering.



“You didn’t hear this from me,” he started. “But Secret Lives has dipped a little in the ratings and Nigel
is taking it upon himself to find out exactly why. He needs fresh eyes to help him fix the situation. That’s
where you come in.”


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