r Cla

e of pain from the past ten years. Chloe listened quietly as I choked out the entire story. She didn't

, Chloe asked carefully, "The di

r, my voice hoarse. "... I s

e of trash should have been thrown in the dumpster years ago! Come on! We're going out! Bars, clubs,

enthusiasm to chase away my gloom.

ly clear eyes. My voice was raspy, but it carried th

what do you want to do? Cr

y face and sat up straight, my eyes filled with

ou've been a billionaire's pampered wife for ten years! What kind of job are you go

and dropped the words clearly and firmly: "A Privat

nned, her mouth hanging open. "Yo

g OCD and pre-game anxiety, I essentially mastered the entire high-end domestic field. Advanced culinary ar

nd the drying tear tracks on my chee

you! With your skills, you'll be the best in the city! Let's go. You're staying at

that glamorous, freezing prison

ce & Associates H

obby, a woman in a tight, flashy dress nearly shov

hloe's fiery temper instantly flared. "Do you

, or are you looking for a sugar daddy?" another skinny woman chimed in with

kind of actual work can she do? She's def

s face turned red with anger, roll

ction. Just as the scene was about to spiral out of control,

t with her hair pulled into an immaculate bun, stepped out. She held a

Consultant! The requirements are absolute: You must hold advanced certifications in French cuisine and sp

g me stared at each other in dumbfounded shock. Chloe and I looke