The Billionaire's Second Chance

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ho broke

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ent re-arrival, I have to be ready. Since the week she freed me, I've been forced to undergo all kinds of treatments to make me look like

Mama had told me that she would give me a phone with the necessar

n thirty, I'm seated in front of the dr

Before I can get sucked into a world of shame

back at me. The witch requested I wear a while shirt and a black pencil skirt for professionalism.

hing left to say. So I simply nod my h

staring back at me. But in my eyes, all I see is UG

e jitters, panic attacks, or, just die, basically, but I didn't feel any

back. "Turn around, I want to see all of you." I give her a

designer bag. "Hold this. It has a phone, makeup and all the things

e. "In fact...that's where my next gift comes in handy." She pulls out a silver necklace from the bag I'm holding, then hands it over to me. "Put it on." I obey, moving my hair around to get the necklace on. It is more like a choker, becau

d to get would be gone. All her effort, the people she's killed. Will all be

Now, you'll get breakfast when you get the job, so,

say anything as he opens the car's door for me. We simply drive to the plac

en in all of my life. It's made of glass, and I can see hundreds of em

s my l

p to the receptionist who's smiling at

gave me with the information sent as a text. My eyes scan over the text and I

while I'm wearing black. "He's on floor seven" I get inside and she pushes a button. Before the elevator can close, she steps forward, telling me in a hushed voice. "I

or close. I turned around, gazing at the world as the elevator took me higher.

, and she leads me into a huge room. It's practically empty, almost bare. But there is a mahogany table further

n on the seat in front of the desk. I hear the door close after

ist. The smell of Axe and peppermint fil

, with

feet, listening as he makes his

t silence for a while. If not for the soft ticking of a watch I see is his, I would beli

rom the murky depths of hell. For the first ti

roat. It can't be him. I'v

I'm

gray orbs that I missed more

ent. His eyes show confusion, but most of all, they show hurt. I want to go over and hug him, tell him that everything is going t

he doi

n start turning, and my brai

e company his father used to run t

urn cold. "So what position are you here for? I think it's

istant position" I say quietly

at. I exhale shakily because I know I deserve what he's doing. "You have to be reliable." He walks out

sers. I can tell his shoes are expensive from the way they reflect the light. He moves behind the s

sleeping, you're not going

ear so subtly, it's almost like it didn't happen. But with

nt

ants. The tension in the air is

ck, returning to the chair behind

nally from

t up, thinking he's rejecting me. Then he stretches out his hand for a shake. My fi

*

I'm on my bed, star

creaming her lungs out, ordering the maids around. She hasn'

on his face, instead of the sunny smile I'm used to. But the question comes u

lity business, with hotels sca

pened. I can't torture him by not giving him the closure he deserves. I nod my head to mysel

ng feel

room. Like it was rearranged. Like someone had searched through it. I didn't hav

would c

g of paper. My eyebrows furrow. Before I can k

taring back at the eyes

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ories start