In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 37: Unexpected Someone The next day after school, I go to a local coffee house for interview as planned.

This job is nothing fancy, but it pays really well. Too well actually. If my job is to brew some coffee, serve some pastries and mob the floor, then I think I’m definitely overvalued given my wage.

The coffee shop is in the university district, right next to a school library. So I’m not surprised to find that the room is packed with college students reading, writing and discussing assignments when I step in.

There’s a cute girl with pink hairs and lip rings standing behind the counter. She welcomes me with a hearty smile, “Hey! What can I get ya?” “Hi,” I can’t help but smile back. “I’m here for interview. My name is Natalia Moore?” “Oh yeah! I’ve been expecting you. Follow me please.”

She leaves the counter and leads me to the back and into an office. When we get in, she casually points me to a seat and sits down behind the desk herself, “can I offer you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?” 1

It looks like that she’s the one doing the interview. Although she seems very friendly, I am still a little nervous, “I’m good. Thank you for asking though.”

“Relax,” she senses my nervousness and grins at me. “You can call me Lola. Actually, I don’t have any questions for you. Alex had already given me all the information I need, and it seems that you are more than qualified. You can start anytime you want.”

I can’t believe how easily everything goes, “Sorry…but Alex told you about me?” “Yeah. Don’t you know?” she seems surprised as well. “Alex’s aunt owns this place. So when he told us that his friend needed a job, we are definitely willing to help. And, of course, we are understaffed so we can really use some helps. Actually you don’t even need to come in for this interview. You can just text me your starting time.”

I had no idea about this.

I thought Alex just walked pass by here, saw that they were hiring and simply passed on the information. Or maybe he worked here himself once and referred me as an old employee.

But he didn’t tell me that he had already gotten me the job before I even showed up.

A wave of mixed emotions washes over me as I sit there processing the information. On the one hand, I’m really grateful for everything he has done for me; yet on the other hand, I feel that I will never be able to repay him…especially since I know that he has feelings for me.

“Hey, are you OK?” Lola’s voice snaps me back to reality. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Umm, no. I’m all good,” I take in a deep breath. “I can start tomorrow if that works for you.”

smiles. “Well then, I’ll

door for me and says, “I won’t walk you out since I’m still waiting for my next interviewer…Oh here you are! Right on

at the person she is talking to. And the next second, I’m face-to-face with the last person

It’s Zack

me and dumped me and blamed me for everything. What the hell is he doing here??? I bet my face is as shocked as it can be. And his face is the same, like a thunder has struck him from above. We

between us and frowns, do

to my senses. “Bye Lola, see

scene, as quickly as possible. But Zack

Those harsh words he said and those shitty things he has done. Everything still hurts me like yesterday. I thought I’ve moved on. But no. I still hate his guts. He better behaves and gets the hell out of my way

after a short silence, he turns and makes way for me quietly. I instantly walk pass him and

onto the street. After taking a long deep breath of the fresh air, I am finally able

run into him here

stand there by the street grabbing the strap of my bag as worry fills my heart. If I’m going to see Zack every day I work here, I better quit this job now. But what’s he doing here anyway? According to Lola, it seems that he was also coming in for interview. But why? I thought he was also born with a silver spoon and therefore never has to

my phone, texting Eason and

for Eason beside the street, I heard someone calling me from behind. Turn

finger at him and warm him. “Don’t you dare

hands and stops

just wanted to

We are now in hate-each-other-to-guts kind of area,” I say without hiding my disgust.

miss you. Everything has been wrong and different after you left.” My stomach swirls and I want to throw

wave my hand like chasing away a fly. “Please? Like… I don’t get it. You slept with someone else, and you dumped me, and I’ve moved on from that already. Why do you even bother talking to me

swallows it back again. He frowns and twists his finger, as if he’s going through some serious inner struggles. He seems gaunter and greyer than

If he’s not leaving,