Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

A headache began to brew as multiple thoughts overwhelmed Charlotte’s mind at once. I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. How I can afford my next meal is more important than men…

She had to figure out a way to earn some quick cash.

A sudden knock at the door snapped her out of her jumbled thoughts. “Miss, you haven’t slept, have you?” Mrs. Berry’s voice resounded from the other side of the door.

“No, I haven’t. Come in, Mrs. Berry,” Charlotte answered promptly.

The door swung open as Mrs. Berry entered with a few papers in her hand. “Miss, the kids will be leaving for the Sunflower Class’ spring trip tomorrow. We’ll have to sign this consent form and invoice, and make the payment at the kindergarten today. Are you going to do this yourself, or should I go instead?”

“You do it, please. My wounds still hurt, I need some more rest…” Charlotte grabbed her phone and was about to transfer money to Mrs. Berry. “How much is it?”

“It’s eight hundred per pax, so the total for all three of them is two thousand four hundred,” Mrs. Berry replied as she handed over the invoice.

Charlotte gaped at the papers before her eyes. What sort of kindergarten is this? Eight hundred per child for a mere school trip? Do they intend to bring the kids on a tour to outer space or something?

“Oh, this reminds me!” Mrs. Berry chirped as she saw the balance in her phone. “I still have a remainder of three thousand from the furniture expenses you gave me last time. I can make the payment with this money first.”

“Did I…?” Charlotte looked up in confusion.

Mrs. Berry didn’t seem to hear her mumble. “I should go to the kindergarten now then. Rest well, Miss. I’ll make dinner once I come back.”

she walked away hurriedly and left

woman’s back waddled off and disappeared from view. She felt guilty

bookshelf from

the extra three

have sold her own jewelry to

useless she herself had become. Mrs. Berry had been so faithfully looking after her and the children all these years. In addition to delaying the housekeeper’s salary, she even had to ask Mrs.

couldn’t live with this remorse for much longer. She flipped her laptop open and began searching for a part-time

loads of opportunities out there. As long as she strived harder,

driver, food delivery

vacancies listed required her to have her own mode of transport. She no longer had a car, and couldn’t even afford a bike with the amount

any other

for a bar singer. Good looks, appealing figure, adept at musical instruments… She scanned through the job requirements eagerly, then saw the last sentence where the salary was stated. Two hundred

recently opened its doors. The bar appeared to be the more sober type of place where customers would go to unwind themselves in the music, have some drinks, socialize and play games, and perhaps also to do a

level as a nightclub as grand and flamboyant as the

of bars would most likely have

like the “Gigolo In Debt” in a

shot! She quickly wrote up a resume and submitted it

highest grade and even won multiple international awards, she was confident that

a hobby for her as a child. She’d never thought that she would

position before it was snatched up by anyone else, she dialed the number stated