The Billionaire and His PA

into a messy blob, making her eye bags appear more gruesome than they actually were. The appearance of her collarbones and cheekbones was heightened by the lack of a proper di

air dye and two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. She was still dressed in yesterday’s clothes – a white sleeveless button-down shirt with sparkly skin-tight pants. Con

- in the corner. Soon, its piercing ring would announce that it was seven o’clock. Then she would have to trudge acr

he edges. Another thing that was due for a replacement she couldn’t afford to pay for. The appliances present were limited to a gas cooker with two burners, a microwave, and a mini fridge. Back when they were alive and she was still the only child, her parents had bought the mini-fridge themselves with promises of how they would soon get a bigger and better

bowl when the grandfather clock chimed, startling her half to death and causing her to drop the egg into the skin. Woefully, she watched as the egg broke on impact and its contents slink into t

hem awake, remembering to calm herself when they didn’t wake up even after being shaken for te

them grumbling at having their

oaned as he attempted to cover his eyes with

at. “You’re the wrong buddy. It’s already seven. And you

the twins shot up and rubbed

eat all the pancakes. We need them mo

ell,” She began. “If you do all of your chores super-fast,

d toys. Cassie snuck back into the kitchen and continued the process of making breakfast. Just

er pancake. “Do we have whipped cream?’ S

something she had avoided cooking anything that whipped cream could be eaten with; that included panc

something as insignificant as whipped cream,

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of all kinds flowed freely with multiple individuals bent over tables doing lines of cocaine. Cassie moved around the club balancing four drinks on a tray, careful to avoid bumping into any of the dancing half-naked workers or the perverted patrons. Loud music thumpe

ways wearing something that was glittery. Dollar bills were sticking out from the various cutouts of her outfit. The bills sticking out of her outfit served as a form of a

her in a warm hug, ignoring how the sequins

fact that the two of them were almost eleven years old, Is

m well, they are probably watching some cheesy animated movie

ld you over and over again chica. Stop thanking

nt. After her parents had died, she had been saddled with the responsibility of paying off their many debts while still having to purchase insulin for her newly diagnosed diabetes. There was no way Isabel would have been able to make the kind of money she needed on the waitress' salary. It w

ng her siblings behind in an empty house without any form of entertainment, Isabel had jumped to the re

tray Cassie was carrying. She plucked off a drink and then paused before br

unds of gunshots rang through the air. There was a chorus of panicked