The Billionaire's Guide To Love: Breaking Down His Walls

nd the dark clouds that looked like they were ladened with unshed rain.

ilies decorated the apartment block with so much colorful

of cold tea in her left hand and a piece of paper in her other hand. The paper was a letter of remind

t her job and since then, she was unable to get another. Her former job, even though it was as a mere waitress with peanuts for pay, it

running around like noisy little toy trains, threatening to ma

ning her hand through her hair which was a strawberry blonde. "

he small table by the side. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she poured the rem

idn't ask Stacie, then she would be homeless in a matter of weeks. After all, eve

s father, Mr. Lexington, was a renowned man with his own firm. As his only chil

h, everything that belonged to her family had been forcefully taken from her. As a result, she was not onl

her black hair, who had taken pity on her, a brown eyed orphan, and brought her to the Lexington mansion. From then, Vane

that required her to move somewhere close to her workplace. Although reluctant, Mr. Lexington let her go, promising to be there whe

led and wiped it off with the back of her palm, reaching for the top s

f the jewelleries she had inherited from her late mother.

ots of memories

ed to the room and slumped o

ll she could do a

hrill cry of her ringing phone cut through the silen

She glanced at the caller ID; it was Stacie. Without a second thought, she clicked t

acie. Wh

ing up?" Stacie's voice

t sleep." Vanessa's voice was low and

ecause she knew how much of

erness in her voice that made Vanessa frown. "

"Why? Where are you taking me to

ed in a less eager voice,

and snatched the phone. She held it in her han

come pick you up by 8:30. Bye!" As soo

d was still processing w

e bed as her lips slowly stretched into a grin. She ju

t for the interview. She stood before the m

smiling at her reflect

m at the bottom of her wardrobe and luckily, they had not squeezed into balls lik

rdrobe where her certificates and documents sat in a see through file, ga

she sank into the bed, waiting for Stacie to come. It wa

it. A grinning Stacie was standing there, glancing at

he turned aro

up the bag she had arranged and her file. She ran out

int smile. She knew just how hard her friend was trying

for you, they happen to be in need of a secr

sincerely. "Thank you, Stacie. I don't mind working as a cleaner. I just need a job," she s

ighed. "Are you sure about this?

y looking out for her but she was fine with a secre

replied reassuringly,