Whispers Of The Billionaire's heart

ed to keep to myself, avoiding any sort of trouble or unnecessary entanglements. The world felt safer that way,

plate my existence, questioning the choices that led me here and the path that lay ahead. It was a time for introspection, a short time dedicated to analyzing mys

eeded a break. Someday, I told myself, I would finally gather the courage to ask my boss for some time off. My mind wandered to distant dreams: maybe I'd explore the sun-soaked s

feel the warmth of the Italian sun on my face, hear the melodious French accent in the bustling Parisian markets. But as quickly as these dre

es, distant goals that seemed out of reach. For now, I would get dressed for work, foll

ent. Not that the apartment was anything to write home about. The ceiling leaked whenever it rained, leaving ugly water stains. The pipes groaned and rattled showing how old they were, spitting out rusty water that stained anything it

ent money she collected from us tenants. As for me, I couldn't afford to fix the door myself, let alone move to a better place. I was living paycheck to paycheck, sometimes skipping meals to make ends meet.

a small, cozy restaurant downtown-a predictable choice, perhaps, but it was the only job I could secure af

, grounding me in the midst of my tumultuous thoughts. "He's not in a good mood today," Iggy warned, dumping her own clothes into the locker next to mine. I sighed inwardly, mentally preparing myself for the challe

inevitable chaos of the lunch rush. Working here wasn't just a job-it was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where I

ontinued. His brow furrowed in frustration at Susan's unexpected absence. He paced back and forth with hands clasped behind his back, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of our attire and demeanor. Pausing in front of Iggy, he added with a hint of solemnity, "Our boss-the owner of this restaurant-has invited some very important guests for lunch today." The news took

he issued out his instructions. "I want everything to run smoothly today" he emphasized, his voice firm but tempered with

, the tension was palpable. I tried to maintain my composure and reminded myself not to mess up. I was only the waitress, I didn't have an im

lancing it carefully, I navigated through the tables to reach the family of three seated at table 4.

wner hurried out to greet them, ushering them into the private dining area. I glanced towards the kitchen and

y, making sure to avoid the chef's notice. Iggy l

her brow furrowed in thought. "I think we should just wait for the chef's orders

ur conversation, snapping us out of our th

eep my composure, knowing that the eyes of important guests were on us. Standing quietly behind him,

I lifted my eyes and met the piercing stare of a stranger with the coldest eyes I had ever seen. His gaze felt like it was p

en and notepad, trying to maintain composure while taking the orders. The stranger's gaze never wavered, and I could feel it lingering on me as I sc

with me. It was as if he had seen something beyond the surface, something I wasn't aware of myself