The Spurned Billionaire's Proposal

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d from clutching my phone with a pounding heart and waiting for the buzz of a message to only a little zing of excitement each time a message comes

eers!" A man holler

, heading towards the bar. I balance the tray and the

ir table. It is crowded with five men, eac

and down and I roll m

ouble what you make here between the shee

s not take a fortune teller to tell that they are all

out the

he street. You'll find what you're lookin

round and I can feel their riv

han eighty. A hand grabs my ass and squeezes and I jump, before turning a death glare on the old man, followed by guffaws fro

few more gazes. The bar is not packed at all and the o

ld man's reedy voice fills the room. "And ain't

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but regulars here know that I don't take the bullshit. This is my first time seeing the old man so

ut his eyes are on me and the message is clear. I had better stop creat

people determine the show is over and turn back to their plates. The old man nods e

ely whispering as I h

rk each of those fragile fingers to the back until they break and I will slice your to

looking like a villain but he needs to know that I will not tolerate such stinking habit. I know I soun

my tank top and stills. His face goe

w I pulled it off when the manager finally leaves his perch and he

have a heart attack right here in our restaurant and then I

e. Despite the past few minutes, my heart still climbs to my t

, it is here and my stomach cramps with dread. They sent a message

r so the manager cannot see me with a glance. My thumb trembles as I click on the mess

I don't have to read the rest to kno

them, why did I hurt myself so imagining this one would be a miracle? Out of thousands of people that applied, it is hi

to begin with, I shouldn't have expected anything, I will continue trying after this until I even

twenty five, I think I am way too old to still be waiting tables. At twenty five, I am weary of not having a life of my own but it seems like with every step I try to build something f

ly have to and take the pile of dirty plates away. I head towards the back aft

and dial. She picks on the first ring a

r usual chirpy voice. I can hear her chewing

ink tonigh

a drink; this life has gotten too much for me to ha

e asks, implying

be done by el

there." S

hat knows exactly the amount of deep shit I am in and still loves me regardless. I am tempted to pull up the message from Tech a

turn to g