The billionaire surrogate

an odd worker. Coming from a poor home, i had always known what it meant to struggle

a stroke right after I finished high sc

but there was only so much that could be done. Medical school was a dream i had clung

ay the bills and take care of us which still was not en

tables, tutoring, even cleaning houses on weekends. Every penn

cause of my jobs. Since I got here I have not been able t

e tear rolling

amily. I do not have enough money to send and help. While I'm trying to save for my

ed to be this hard

my phone rings, maki

it's

eved it's not my

e are going to be

work at the gala tonight. I'm sorry!

'm outside-ta

rst friend I had in California and we've been friends ever since. When I emerge from

re running late. This was one of my many jobs - been a waitress. I got the offer

the tray of sliders balanced on my hand, making my way through the elegantly dressed guests. Although the

liders onto a man's suit. My heart sank as i looked up and recognized Ethan Carter, the billi

" I exclaimed, grabbing a

"Watch where you're going," he snapped, his voice cold and

tion. "I said I was sorry," i replied, trying

cident that could have been avoided if you were paying attenti

billionaire, but i had not expected him to be so openly rude. Shaking off the

there were limits to their resources. My younger sister needed clothes, school supplies, and sometimes even food. I had taken on the responsibility of helping m

the feeling of disappointment from the evening. I had hoped to make a good impression, maybe even netw

ng out of the room. His demeanor was same. I quic

egan, "My name i

g uncharacteristically awkward. "It was a stressful

wary. "Thank you for the apology. It's not every da

and shook each