accommodation in a women's shelter. I spent most of my nights clutching my stomach and whispering apologies to the

ant-the fanciest restaurant in the city. I lied about my age, lied about my experience, and by a stroke

ustomers' satisfaction is our top priority and no sluggishn

d trust. I will do my best, and you have absolutely

turning from a grueling late shift job where I witnessed a high-end sports car veer off the road into a gutter. I forgot about my tiredness and frantically pulled the barely c

d angel" who saved him. He decided to use his resources and connections to track Oma down. He found h

e the entire room go silent. He didn't just walk; he owned t

up from his phone as he sat down. I stood there, pen in hand and trembling over my notepad,

ity's most feared corporate lawyer. A billionaire who dismantled companies for breakfast and never lost a case. He was devast

of a waitress, my voice strangely steady despite the fluttering in her stomach

me up. It was a heavy, searching look that made me feel like he was reading the s

ere two months,

ilding who hasn't stuttered while taking my

king down. Can I get your orders now sir?

r and watched me as I walked away while planning what to do ne

specials, but his eyes were constantly on my face. He tried to engage me in conversation. "Where are you from? What are yo

ret. I thought to myself. What could possibly happen between me and a billionaire corporate law

ips that were five times the bill. He once left a bouquet of lilies at the hos

ested in taking anything from him, not because I didn't need them but because I felt that there was no future be

skin was warm, and a jolt of electricity shot through me and I felt terrified. "A woman like you," he continued, "sho

nquest, I replied, pulling my arm away sharply. And I woul

know why you look like you're carrying the weight of the whole universe on those narrow sh

men. The world blurred, and the clinking of silverware and the low hum of jazz music began to fade in

voice sounding desperate. "