I fall to my knees, cross myself and pray.

‘Dear God, take care of Jack while he is in war-torn Africa and bring him back to this kind land as soon as possible.’

I stand and put the carrycot with Sorab in it in front of the altar and return my knees to the cold stone floor.

‘I give you my son to keep safe for always and…in return, I promise to do for the little children all that is in my power…until my last breath.  I am not a cog in the machine.  I am not a bloodline.  I can make a difference.  Nothing is set in stone.  Not even the agenda.’

Then I bow my head and pray for Blake’s tormented soul.  With the unyielding, cold stone against my knees, I tell God, ‘Dear God, this is my sincere and most fervent prayer, if Blake must burn in hell for eternity, then I must burn with him.  For we are two souls that must never again be parted.’

“ Some of the biggest men in the United States, in the field of commerce and manufacture, are afraid of somebody, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”

Thomas Woodrow Wilson 

28th President of the United States (1913 to 1921 )

About the Author

Thank you to all you awesome readers who left feedback and reviews for The Billionaire Banker.  Reviews are incredibly precious to new authors as they help other readers find the book.

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Georgia  xx