Moira returned the phone to the stunning woman, her cheeks still tinged with warmth. "Thanks a million, gorgeous."

"I'm Everly Sullivane."

"Alright then, Miss Everly."

Everly glanced at Moira and broke into a sudden grin. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite the charmer."

Moira hesitated, about to respond, when Everly was whisked away by her friend.

"Sorry to run off, Ms. Jimenez. Let's catch up later."

"No worries, next time, for sure."

After Everly left, Moira stood there feeling a bit at loose ends, but Barclay gestured for her to stay put.

She remained still. What if she wandered off, and they ended up missing each other? That would be incredibly awkward.

At that moment, a waiter arrived with a tray of vibrant drinks. Moira casually reached for one, taking a sip.

Tart and sweet, surprisingly refreshing, with a hint of lemon and fruitiness. Moira took another sip, feeling a bit buzzed, unable to resist another.

It was her first taste of such a concoction, and she had no clue about the brand. But it was oddly irresistible, making her tempted to ask Cynthia for a purchase link. But that was just a passing thought.

glass, scanning the room but

tapping out a tune on her imaginary piano. Just as her fingers

quite dedicated, even practicing at

is paramount. Without it, Ms. Jimenez won't win any awards this

Ms. Jimenez hasn't reaped many rewards yet this

with sarcasm, and Moira looked up to see two unfamiliar women standing nearby, each with a

by their attitude, Moira met their gaze coolly and remarked, "Well, without your dedication, you wouldn't even

"You-"

women faltered, and Moira's remark pierced through her

who's in ĕ need of a piano teacher. You're not too busy these days, are you?

admire your

talent to the extent of teaching

"Sure, I could do

as Ms. Jimenez can provide quality lessons for my niece, we're all

voice,

on a part-time gig this month. They pay me 600 thousand dollars

yelhet

thousand dollars per hour, with a minimum

shifted, her rehearsed words caught in her

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