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?

Mrs. Berry chirped as she saw the balance in her phone. “I still have a remainder of three thousand from the

looked

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

that, she walked away hurriedly and left

back waddled off and disappeared from view. She felt guilty for having given only a

with an old shoe rack and a simple bookshelf from the thrift store. She even returned with a

did the extra three thousand

Berry must have sold her own jewelry to help fund

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

with this remorse for much longer. She flipped her laptop open and began searching for a part-time

opportunities out there. As long as she

food

mode of transport. She no longer had a car, and couldn’t even afford a bike with the amount of money she had at

on, is there any other job

musical instruments… She scanned through the job requirements eagerly, then saw the

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 little

level as a nightclub as grand and flamboyant as

bars would most likely have less nonsense in

like the “Gigolo In Debt” in a bar

shot! She quickly wrote up

since young until the highest grade and even won multiple international awards, she