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Fighting the American Dream
Fighting the American Dream
Fighting the American Dream
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Fighting the American Dream

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Composition Miller is fighting for her dreams, and she will do whatever it takes.

Knight Dean is rich and wants to settle down.

Composition and Knight meet and the chemistry is explosive. The two are bent on connecting, but Composition's morals are an issue. Will they fin1.99d love or heartache?

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Release dateAug 26, 2018
ISBN9780463097014
Fighting the American Dream
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Carol Ann Culbert Johnson

My name is Carol Ann Culbert Johnson. I am 54 years old, and I live in a suburb of Chicago, IL, Lombard IL. Reading and writing is my passion. I am a published writer.

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    Fighting the American Dream - Carol Ann Culbert Johnson

    Fighting the American Dream

    Carol Ann Culbert Johnson

    Fighting the American Dream

    Copyright © 2016 by Carol Ann Culbert Johnson

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author.

    Knight Dean

    Knight stared at the paperwork on his desk as he sat in his office waiting to leave for his last appointment of the day. He loved his job as a real estate agent, especially when people were able to buy their first homes. He had a new client coming who just purchased her first new home. He was most excited than the client probably was.

    He looked down at the file folder. Her name was Composition Miller. He smiled at her name. What in the world were her parents thinking about when they named her Composition for heaven sakes? Knight smiled, and then shook his head as he continued to read the information in his file folder on Composition Miller. He smiled.

    Ms. Miller was thirty-years old, and a bookkeeper at a prestigious hotel in Chicago. He searched to find the name of the hotel. It was the Marriott hotels. Wow, and she was on her way, but working at the Marriott couldn’t afford her this house. He kept reading the file on Composition Miller, and he saw no husband. Her file stated single. Did she have a rich boyfriend?

    Knight was thirty-three years old, and a billionaire with real estate agencies in Chicago, New York, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Atlanta, and Boston. He was going to open a new agency in Washington D.C. this year. Knight couldn’t wait to meet this Composition Miller. Where was her photo, of course? She had to be saving her money to close on a house this size. She was probably a beautiful woman with a sugar daddy or something, and she was probably a dynamo in bed. How else could she afford the house she just signed on? This place cost 3.6 million dollars, and it was no way she could afford this.

    He noticed that she was an African-American and he was stunned. How could a black woman afford this house? He wasn’t bias, but you had to wonder. Did his assistant make a mistake in selling this house? He reached for his phone on his desk and pushed a button for his assistant.

    Mable was an African-American who had worked for him since he began his real estate firms, and this was fifteen years now, and he trusted Mable with his life. She was sixty-four years old and reminded him of his mother. She treated him like a son most of the time, always trying to find him a wife. It was crazy as hell most of the time.

    Yes, Mr. Dean? Mable stated.

    He smiled because she was always so polite and professional, but she’d whip his ass if he got on her nerves.

    Mable, do you know anything about Composition Miller, and what kind of name is that for a woman?

    Mable burst out laughing. I don’t know her mother and father, and why she has this name, but I will tell you that she’s a gorgeous woman. She’s tall and very petite, she has the prettiest long hair, and she’s single too. I think you two will hit it off.

    Knight laughed. Will you stop trying to marry me off? I’m concern that this woman is a bookkeeper and she’s about to buy a house of this prestige if you know what I mean.

    I’m black, Knight, so do you think we can’t afford mansions?

    He frowned, knowing he was about to verbally get his ass kicked. Mable, don’t go there with me. You know I don’t give a damn about the color of your skin. You’re like a mother to me, when my own mother and father were never there for me. I love you always, but you have to be realistic.

    I thought the same thing, but the house is hers, and it was paid for in cash.

    His eyebrow shot up. Are you kidding me?

    I handled the transaction, Knight, and it’s all there in the paperwork. Ms. Miller handed me a suitcase full of money. I asked her point blankly if she was doing drugs or something, and she literally laughed in my face, and then she got angry as hell. But you know I’m a straight-shooter, and I didn’t give a damn if she was angry or not. I asked her if she had a sugar daddy, and she told me to mind my own damn business. She also told me that she made some good investments with her money, and it has finally paid off.

    Knight was so stunned he was speechless.

    I was stunned too, but Ms. Miller saw the house, and she loved it, and she signed on the dotted line. I think she has a sugar daddy, but she’s not confessing her sins to me. The woman is gorgeous and I couldn’t blame her for making her American dream come true. Who are we to judge?

    So you think she’s sleeping with a billionaire.

    I think so, but it’s her business. I know we struggle every day and I’m sick of it, and she’s exhausted. She told me so. However, she could make her dreams come true, short of anything illegal, she was going to do it. This woman wanted a ten-bedroom mansion, and she has it.

    Wow, he said.

    I know, so make sure you don’t judge her when you meet her. I can take over the meeting and excuse you from it.

    No, he said. I can’t wait to meet her.

    "You’re going to see why any man would buy her a house and

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