The Billionaire's Muse

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unlucky I was. I just needed a shoulder to lean on. Someone to cuddle while I cried my heart out. Well, n

gainst my skin. Great! Now my makeup was ruined. A great way to describe my life was boyf

That this was temporary. I just needed some sort of comfort coming from whatev

er and figure out what next to do. You’ve fought tougher things than g

day had told me no to my face. Some cared to go through my CV and others didn’t even take a look at it. They just turned me down u

reached for the piece of scrappy paper I had jo

nd readjusted myself. Hopefully, this works out. I don’t mind taking up whatever offer a

isappointment. Settling to put back the phone in my purse, I got the encouragement to

on the line and how may I help you?” A fema

sition of a Personal Assistant?” I began biting my nails due to anxiety. Hoping that it was

ddress you as

hurriedly

k depending on your capacity to

I ask

nterviewing, screening and cleari

get something. I think it was too soon to be excited. I felt jittery,

to you so that I can give you the address to

the piece of paper I had in my hands so that I co

fornia. If you can make it there within the

so much for t

y. And, good luck, Miss Tate.” She hung up

do was to get my

o the ladies. I needed to fix myself. Going to an interview looking shitty can never be a good id

ooking into the mirror, my face looked horrible. Puffy from crying and smeared with makeup. I look

ains on my blouse, making sure to keep it neat. Thank goodness I had chosen a gray-long-sleeved-satin blouse, pairing it with a b

to quickly dry. Satisfied with the outcome, I restyled my hair int

n as I made it to the walkway, maneuvering my body through the booming street of Californi

ng the keys in the ignition, my car came to life, letting out choked sounds that stoo

universe. Let

ore. That should work. If I could, I will fly to that a