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?

she saw the balance in her phone. “I still have a remainder of three thousand from the furniture expenses you

looked up

“I should go to the kindergarten now then. Rest well, Miss. I’ll make dinner once I

walked away hurriedly and left

woman’s back waddled off and disappeared from view. She felt guilty for having given only

Berry had come home with an old shoe rack and a simple bookshelf from the thrift store. She even returned with a balance of three

the extra three thousand come

own

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.

for much longer. She flipped her laptop open and began searching for a

of opportunities out there. As long as she strived harder, there wouldn’t be a need

driver, food

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 of money she had at

is there any other job

an advertisement for a bar singer. Good looks, appealing figure, adept at musical instruments… She scanned through the job requirements eagerly, then

of place where customers would go to unwind themselves in the music, have some

level as a nightclub as grand and

kinds of bars would most likely have

people like the “Gigolo In Debt”

can give this a shot! She quickly wrote up a resume and submitted

and even won multiple international awards, she was confident