Amber's high heels clicked against the cemented ground of the side street. She was meeting a friend for drinks. Her tube top and skintight pants hugged her voluptuous curves, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her copper-colored hair puffed out like flowing waves. She knew she was a sight to behold, turning heads wherever she went. "Hey sexy, wanna party?" a deep baritone voice called out from behind her. Amber turned, he...

Amber strutted into the swanky downtown nightclub, her stilettos clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. At 28, she had the body of a goddess - voluptuous curves in all the right places, wrapped in a skintight black dress and covered by a red leather jacket. Amber was no stranger to the nightlife scene. She knew how to work a room, how to make heads turn with just a coy smile and a toss of her raven hair....

Sandra, the assistant, walked briskly down the hallway, the manila envelope firmly in her hand. She had something important to tell Isaiah about the report but knew he was a busy man. She nervously knocked on his office door. "Come in," Isaiah's voice called out from the other side. It was a busy day at the office. Isaiah, the CEO of his family's company, was rushing around putting out fires left and right. Sandra opened...

Amber stepped out of the Uber and onto the sidewalk in front of the towering skyscraper that housed the Washington Corporation. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she purposefully strode up to the revolving doors, head held high. She had received an unexpected email from her DNA match, Isaiah Washington, requesting a family meeting at the company headquarters. Her mind raced back to that fateful day when she discovered...