The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

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and the relief that came with it. I sluggishly slumped myself into one of the chairs a

or a meeting and we should make sure everything was in order. The restaurant has been closed of

eparing for the arrival of the CEO?". I turned around to see To

e rest. This is actually the last one I'm

better put your shits together and get back to work." I almost rolled

small bucket and a little piece of cloth. Sh

", I smil

ning the tables and c

est before Tory came with her 'Miss meany' face telling me that lackadais

ted working here newly. Just ignore her okay. Oh gosh, I'm so exci

excited about?", I inqui

've seen the boss countless of times but this time he

ted about?", she looked at

y're very influential and popular, they own many hotels, restaurants, bars you name them. This restaurant is theirs too and they're very, very wealthy. The boss isn't som

this cleaning equipments so we could prepare for their arrival"

d unease. Anne also told me tales of the CEO's stern demeanor and high expectations. The t

justing my apron and straightening my name tag. Thoughts raced through my mind - where the

the energy in the room became electric. The din of the resta

O himself, judging by the smile on his face when Mr Sebastian approached him to give him a warm handshake. I glanced at the younger man who was dressed in a dark suit, with a long fur coat gaped around his shoulders and black gloves covering his hands. He looked like a perfect Greek go

gaze to floor. I looked up again to see them being guided towards the VIP section by Mr Sebastia

said fanning her face. " I know you were captivated too, right

bit.", I mut

..", she was suddenly c

t to Miss Addams." He turned to look at me. "You're serving th

d to object him

et to work both of you", he smile

section with a racing heart. I straightened my posture, a mixture of nerves and excitement cours

I recognized as the CEO and his son, then the French looking man, he was dressed in a b

fee in front of him trying so hard not screw up and spill the coffee on him. He returned my smile while taking a sip from

ting for a brief moment. But as I began to withdraw my hand, a sudden tremor shook me, causing the tray to tilt precario

tely wished for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I dabbed the cloth on his expensive suit with fidgeting hands, my fingers accidentally grazed his bare neck and I heard hi

e of their bodyguards. So, this is how I'm going to loose my new job?