Whispers Of The Billionaire's heart

essed. There was no time for my usual morning reflection. I grabbed whatever clothes were closest and threw them

anding at the building's exit. Her stern expression

t her sudden appearance. "How lovely to

ace had aged, and she had on too much lipstick. To her, it might have seemed lik

up with a lie on the spot. "The thing is,

"That's what you've been saying for three

'm really sorry, Mrs. Jenkins, but I have to ge

blocking my path momentarily before stepping asi

actically ran to work. The encounter left a sour taste in my mouth, and I knew I needed to

ss wasn't glamorous, but it was all I had. I needed to hold onto it, especially with the looming threat of eviction hang

ustomers in sight. My heart sank as I hurried through the kitchen, wondering what could b

th her presence," Chef announced, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Everyone turned

ssuring squeeze as I adjusted my hair behind my ear and tried to compose mysel

n intensity that made my heart skip a beat. His presence was as unsettlin

t and continued speaking. "Well, now that we're done with the interruption,

have come to an end today. I must move on to the next phase of my life. I've decided to sell La Belle Vie to this gentl

ng. I hope you don't miss me too much," he joked, clapping his hands to

ed, smiling widely. Mr. Humbert wasn't a short man, but he

ommanding voice. "I'm looking forward to working with all of you. Changes will be made, but I assure you they are

e back of my neck stood on end. There was someth

I glanced at Iggy, who looked as uneasy as I felt. This was the man who would

him on the back before turning to us one last time. "I

resence of our new boss. Mr. Sterling's gaze met

st been irrevocably changed. The presence of Mr. Sterling loomed over me like a

ned as she blew a bubble with

et my alarm last night," I

ays the inquisitive one. "And to that guy?" she continued, as I loaded the dishwasher. "He looks like he din

t fired," I sighed, making my way to the sto

, picking up a box of cutlery. "I showed up late,

bout a couple of minutes? Besides, you've been working h

nizing the shelves. "But there's someth

finitely intense. But maybe it's just because

ouldn't shake the feeling of un

one like him buy a small restaurant li

atly. "Or maybe it's a pet project. Rich people do weird things

aybe. I just hope this doe

h it together. And who knows, maybe this Mr. St

. But as we finished up in the storage room and returned to our duties, I c

ff. He was probably going through their résumés so he could decide who was staying and who was leaving. The idea of faci

ing's office, watching as the staff went in and out, each one emerging with a different expr

narios, my palms growing sweaty as I anticipated my turn. I knew I had to keep it together,

ee the tension in her eyes. It was my turn. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and walk

ending a shiver down my spine. Mentally prepping myself, I opened the door to reveal the handsome stranger sitting in all his glory behind a large ma

" he greeted, his cold