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.

side. My eyes lingered on her silhouette, and I pursed my lips, "When I say 'the goods,' I'm not just talking about looks, but

compliment, but Haley seemed to stiffen, probably assuming I was mocking her. Her retort was swift, "One must do what the role requires. You'd

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

last three words reminded her of who was funding her paycheck, and

reaction for a

step in for, or help with?

problems either."

no matter

bar staff is too old-fashioned and stiff, we've had complaints

waiter earlier thought I

your looks, it's understandable why they thought that," Haley shot back, cleverly making up

leaned in, "So, you're