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I am also having much happy. I can’t wait to spend my millions of dollars. However, there is something wrong with the photo you sent. It has a serious lack of Ho Hos. I do apologize, but I must insist on this. I cannot send you money unless you first send me a photo of you with a box of Ho Hos. Please send it right away, as I have been contacted by Prince Twinky and he also has an inheritance for me.

Yours truly,

Katalina

“Dinner’s ready,” Hilary called from the other room.

Kat walked into the dining room and inhaled. “You made bread, too?”

Hilary leaned over the table and set the silverware down. “It’s just the frozen kind.”

“Good enough for me. I would have heated up a microwave dinner. Thanks for all this.”

Hilary nodded. She was the polar opposite of Kat. Hilary had pretty blonde hair, where Kat’s was just plain brown. Her sister was the cheerleader type, while Kat had spent high school in the journalism room. Hilary was good at everything domestic. Kat was lucky to not accidentally burn the house down. They ate for a while in silence. The soup was so delicious Kat finished it in a few minutes.

Hilary stared down at the tablecloth. “I went to see Mom today.”

The familiar pang of pain erupted in Kat’s chest. “How’s she doing?”

“About the same. You should go see her.”

Kat knew Hilary was right, even though the visits were always painful. “I’ll go on Sunday.” She bit into her roll.

“Good.” Hilary folded her napkin and laid it on the table.

“You’ll never believe what happened at work today,” Kat said after swallowing the bite.

Hilary raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Some rich guy from New York came in. Turns out he owns the place and is here to see if he wants to shut it down.”

“Are you kidding me? Shut down the newspaper?”

“I know, right? He was super rude to me. Guess he’s some hot shot that owns a ton of businesses. Damian Warren, or something.”

Hilary dropped her spoon which clattered to the table. “Get out. Damian Warren? Are you sure?”

“Why, you know the guy?”

“He’s a billionaire. Owns half the world. I was just stalking his profile on PrivilegedSingles.com.”

Kat held in a snort. “A privileged single? You?”

Hilary stuck out her tongue. “Hey, I was just messing around. And yes, I could be a privileged single. You can be whoever you want to be online.”

Kat laughed, but then she jumped up. “Oh, my gosh, that gives me an excellent idea.”

Hilary stared at her. “What?”

“I should totally make a fake account on Privileged Singles. I could chat with him and get the inside scoop.”

A skeptical look crossed Hilary’s face. “How are you going to get him to do that?”

Kat smiled and went to get her laptop. She set it up on the table. “Easy. I just have to read his profile, and then create the perfect woman for him.”

Hilary broke off a piece of her bread. “I bet you can’t get him to bite.”

Kat gave her sister a flat look. “Oh, ye of little faith. I bait scammers for my column. I can get him to answer me.” She pushed aside her empty bowl and called up the Privileged Singles website. Hilary moved her chair so she could see.

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