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?

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

I…?” Charlotte looked up

didn’t seem to hear her mumble. “I should go to the kindergarten now then. Rest well, Miss. I’ll

walked away

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

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

did the extra

Berry must have sold her own jewelry to

and the children all these years. In addition to delaying the housekeeper’s salary, she even

with this remorse for much longer. She flipped

long as she strived harder, there wouldn’t be a need to

food delivery

no longer had a car, and couldn’t even afford a bike with the amount of

is there any other job

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

to be the more sober type of place where customers would go to unwind themselves in the

as a nightclub

most

shady people like the “Gigolo

shot! She quickly wrote up a resume and submitted it with

young until the highest grade and even won multiple international awards, she was confident that she could