Do you really expect to get a donor to commit to matching half a million dollars by calling him on the phone?
Dini gripped the phone in her hand. It was time to bite the bullet and reach out to her family. She needed a matching donor to get this campaign off the ground. With any luck, her father would offer to be that person. Or, at the very least, suggest friends to contact.
She paced back and forth in her home office. These were her parents, for heaven’s sake. Why was she so nervous?
Because, once again, she’d be little Dini who couldn’t succeed without their help?
Sighing, she punched her father’s number.
He picked up on the first ring. “Dini, what a nice surprise.”
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