The Billionaire's Little Princess

nd the thesis, at least now she can focus on the real deal

ike a baloon ready to float to its promise

t wasn't just the interview, but she felt some op

s, she's ready for all, infact if she were an actress, she seemed li

uggle between school and work and keep stress at bay, or maybe even take on an extra job again, just to aid

into a ravishing fantastical future of abundance a

mism. A job at Anne's promised experience, and maybe something more permanent. But when the topic of pay ca

anion for an interview. But inside, a knot of frustration tightened. Was

low pay made it impossible for her to accept. She knew th

a much better wage. It wasn't just about money, it was about respect for her

d, Isabella decided she wouldn't waste time

busy streets toward the lounge. She reminded herself that today was the beginning of somethi

head, full of promi

aintly through the early evening haze. The events of the day clung to her mind like shadows - the interview at Anne's Restaurant, the disappointment she hadn't expe

fidence as she could muster - but because of the pay they had offered. It was far below what she needed. The wage suggested was barely enough to cover a week's wo

ited hours for studying and resting. But the pay there was significantly better, better enough that she could consider the extra time and energy worth it. Maybe

she had accidentally bumped into earlier that day - made her pause. He'd seemed so out of place, yet oddly familiar, as if

he stress that clung to her like a second-skin after the interview, she vowed not to let it show. She needed this job. More than that, she wanted to prove herself. The day

ery answer given. Anne's Restaurant had been less welcoming than she'd hoped, the manager's indifferent tone still ringing in her ear

ting out into the night. She thought about the smile the manager, had given her when she walked in earlier to do her first part o

journey. She would take it all in stride because she needed this chance. The better pay at Fr

y, and she intende

her, its polished glass windows reflecting the fading light, and the muted thrum of music and conversation seeping throu

else. Or, maybe she was too concerned about just coming earlier to do her part and leave before she resumed later and officially. She wondered if she really belonged here, if she could na

e pushed the door op

t floated from hidden speakers, creating a soothing backdrop to the clinking of glasses and occasional laugh

uttered; part nerve

ost immediately, a clipboard in ha

lady said. "I'm Patricia.

alm to the tension she'd been carrying all day. She looked confident and ex

u around and get you set

make her not to stress herself by repeating what

isher himself is around, I have t

too. With all the signs there is, she's made to have the believe

form: a simple black shirt and slacks, paired with comfortable shoes. She smoothed down her hair and checked herself in the mir

e, let's get you ready to face the floor. You'll

he encouragement. But unknowingly to he

area, a ripple of movement near

rlier that day - stepped inside. Her breath hitched. F