The Billionaire's Nightmare

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were immediately drawn to the man dressed a little more casually than the others. There was something about the way he moved, calm, self ass

him. Mr O's Café was frequented by lots of wealthy patrons, but

smooth, carried over the soft hum of the café. He

ter rushed to their table, looking almost nervous as he handed out menus. I stayed at my po

aughter and chatter filling the air. And then, it was time

gly. This was the part of my job I had a love hate relationship with, approaching customers to handle

pproached their table despite

teady and accompanied with a smile,

rk, revealing two diamond studded teeth that glimmered under the café lights. "Don't stand

osure, and stepped closer. "Cash or card,

ty" he said with a chuc

arly entertained by his teasing.

prefer, sir. It

iately pulled out a Birkin bag and unzipped it, revealing neat

me, his smirk growing wider. "And I'll give you somethi

ightly as I realized how much he'd just handed me. The tip

" he said casually, standing to lea

ill processing wha

ek card. "Here's my number. Call me tonight." He dropped the card onto

oup walked out the door. The café's bell

." I whispered, stari

e air, an enticing cologne that sent an odd shiver through me. I glanced out the wi

as I slowly made my way back to the counter,

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of my thoughts. I glanced at my phone

ng my things. I needed to get home to my

kers as I exited the café. On my way home, I stopp

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led out as I walk

weakly, emerging from her bed

Ever since she got sick, life had been an uphill battle, financially, mentall

cing a smile as I walked over to

aternal warmth that always comforted me. "It's not the

rous customer gave me a b

ven kinder of you to think of me first." She pulled me into a hug, and for a moment, the w

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tting on the table. Andrea Lucas. His name was printed in elegant gold letteri

vering over my phone's screen. Before

mooth voice answered. "Andrea

d out, my voice a little sh

s though trying to pla

formally introduce ourselves earlier.

, Emma... I was waiting for your call.

xplain, but the words

to see you tonight. One of my clubs is hosting an annual celebr

mm.

bother about bills, it's on me jus

what if I said yes? What if I said no? My heart