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Not My Billionaire

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1125    |    Released on: 24/09/2022

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ucky, but I do catch a glimpse of a manatee’s tail in the sailboat marina that sits a mile from my home. On the rare occasion that I get a day off, I like to sit on the end of the dock and check

ruth even though there’s no shame in being a server at a restaurant. My mom has been one for thirty years, since she found out she was pregnant with my older brother and had to drop out of her softball scholar

, it’

othing more.

the security guard on my way in. After my shower, I listen in to the locker room conv

aurant, giggles. Her braided hair is up in a bun on top of

he’s rich. I’m sure he’d be super average-looking if he was wea

ssip with everyone else. I’m the head server for a reason, and that reason is

ys, carefully, “The new owner is her

al with more rich jerks than anyone should have to see in a lifetime, and now I’

ough I’m not really friends with these two, I am jus

on the floor soon enough, but for now, I have to clock in, make sure

the new dish washing trainee should be someone else’s problem, but I keep my

,reallywant

ll bread plates from last night’s clean dishes and head toward the server

rough the door, I

e message, and the plates go flying, most of th

ter

a

ly in slacks and a simple button-up to blend in, and my clothes don’t rumple for a moment as a tiny woman crashes into me, throwing small pl

ce low despite her evident frustration. Any normal pers

t mine, and her face sc

al statement, she hisse

resort, at least, although I’m surprised anyone would be so straightforward and angry about my

me back through the door she just came through.

asing me when we arrive in a dish-washing area. “Those were all the clean appetizer

y is probably my hundredth day or so. Perhaps she means that it’s my first day visiting this resort? I open

he metal cabinets “—that need to be washed before they go out. That’s the policy, although they should

before throwing a small black piece of fabric at me. When I unfold it, it’s an apron. That’s when the realization dawns on me.

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