The billionaire surrogate
an odd worker. Coming from a poor home, i had always known what it meant to struggle
a stroke right after I finished high sc
but there was only so much that could be done. Medical school was a dream i had clung
ay the bills and take care of us which still was not en
tables, tutoring, even cleaning houses on weekends. Every penn
cause of my jobs. Since I got here I have not been able t
e tear rolling
amily. I do not have enough money to send and help. While I'm trying to save for my
ed to be this hard
my phone rings, maki
it's
eved it's not my
e are going to be
work at the gala tonight. I'm sorry!
'm outside-ta
rst friend I had in California and we've been friends ever since. When I emerge from
re running late. This was one of my many jobs - been a waitress. I got the offer
the tray of sliders balanced on my hand, making my way through the elegantly dressed guests. Although the
liders onto a man's suit. My heart sank as i looked up and recognized Ethan Carter, the billi
" I exclaimed, grabbing a
"Watch where you're going," he snapped, his voice cold and
tion. "I said I was sorry," i replied, trying
cident that could have been avoided if you were paying attenti
billionaire, but i had not expected him to be so openly rude. Shaking off the
there were limits to their resources. My younger sister needed clothes, school supplies, and sometimes even food. I had taken on the responsibility of helping m
the feeling of disappointment from the evening. I had hoped to make a good impression, maybe even netw
ng out of the room. His demeanor was same. I quic
egan, "My name i
g uncharacteristically awkward. "It was a stressful
wary. "Thank you for the apology. It's not every da
and shook each