No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

bit uneasy. Even if she had seen it, it didn't matter. After all, I was the boss here, and taking a photo was perfectly normal.

My hand trembled, sending a shiver down my spine. Was this woman a ghost? How did she approach so silently, without me noticing? I couldn't tell how long she had been there, or if she had seen the message I was about to send. But in her presence, I wasn't the least I twirled my phone in my hands, looking at her professional, yet forced smile. "Ever heard of anyone going undercover with a marching band?"

Haley settled across from me, casually gesturing towards the bar. "I've made some minor adjustments to the bar, to give the patrons a fresh vibe."

I nodded in approval. "Not bad, it's quite the breath of fresh air."

"As long as Ms. Hudson is pleased," Haley signaled for drinks with a casual wave.

"You were my choice, why wouldn't I be?" I surveyed the surroundings as I spoke, "Clearly, my judgment was spot on. You've got the goods."

My gaze then drifted to her attire. Unlike the standard uniform of the other staff, she wore a daring, sequined mermaid dress that flaunted her figure. The outfit matched the bar's vintage charm perfectly, reminiscent of the bygone era of glamorous Shanghai.

would I have guessed she harbored such a side. My eyes lingered on her silhouette, and I pursed my lips, "When I say 'the goods,' I'm not just

seemed to stiffen, probably assuming I was mocking her. Her retort was swift, "One

route, though there was no point in arguing. After all, this was the exact scenario I had envisaged for her; the more she played into it,

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in for, or help with? I might not run the day-to-day, but

problems either."

I was the boss here, and no

and stiff, we've had complaints from customers," Haley surprisingly

earlier thought I was applying

thought that," Haley shot back,

in, "So, you're