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.

our first meeting, her demure and gentle demeanor, never would I have guessed she harbored such a side. My eyes lingered on her

as a 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 do the same in

the exact scenario I had envisaged for her; the more she played into it, the more it benefited me. However, her attempt to overshadow me wasn't something

was funding

her reaction for a

need me to step in for, or help with? I

problems either."

here, and no

currently hiring The bar staff is too old-fashioned and

thought

Haley shot back, cleverly making up for the

leaned in, "So, you're