Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 7 How Cheap She Had Been

“Understood.”

Hadley nodded. “I won’t cook here again.”

Noticing his evident revulsion, she assured him. “I’ll ventilate the kitchen later to clear

out the smells and make sure everything is cleaned up.”

“You?” With a scoff, Eric mocked, “You struggle with noodles, and now you want to clean?

Don’t bother. Let the housekeeper handle it tomorrow.”

He then turned and ascended the stairs.

At last, some peace…

Relieved, Hadley exhaled and resumed her seat.

The noodles, now even more unappetizing in their cold and mushy state, stared back at

her.

Expressionless, Hadley picked up her fork and hurriedly finished the noodles.

She then proceeded to open the windows to air out the kitchen, tidied up the space, and collapsed onto the couch in the living room.

Opting against the guest room, she didn’t want to give him any further reasons to complain about odors again.

Her plan was to start looking for an apartment the following day; for the moment, she would cope with the situation as best as she could.

The next morning, Hadley was up early and left the house before Eric could descend the

stairs.

She urgently needed both employment and a place to live.

The previous evening, Hadley had meticulously mapped out her journey. She headed

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directly to the bus stop, and then switched to the subway.

Her target was Galant, a well–known nightclub in the city.

Trained in modern dance, Hadley was there to try out for a position as a dancer

Galant was notorious locally as a hotspot where affluent patrons splurged on extravagant entertainment.

Yet, Hadley was undeterred. Her goal was to earn a living and sustain herself.

Moreover, she was there to showcase her skills, not to partake in anything dubious. There was dignity in her purpose.

When she reached the nightclub, she followed the instructions provided by her friend Colleen Hayes to locate a manager named Lennon Lewis.

As it was during the day and the club was not open, her meeting with Lennon happened swiftly.

“Good day, Mr. Lewis,” Hadley said, standing poised and composed.

faint smile. “You come recommended by Ms.

“Hadley Pearson.”

now

scrutinized her carefully. With her connections

smile widened.

Hadley.” She was taken aback by the ease of it all. Even with Colleen’s backing, she hadn’t anticipated such a smooth

much,

“Let’s skip the formalities.”

a dismissive gesture and a grin, Lennon added, “With Ms. Hayes vouching for you, how could I

costume. That’ll take a few days and… Let’s see… How does Friday sound for your first

works for me,” Hadley responded

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set then.”

again, Mr.

nightclub after everything was taken care of,

phone rang twice before

again–this time it was Colleen returning

as she answered, “Why is

habit of returning calls

supposed to mean?” Colleen’s laughter came through the phone. “Long- distance charges add up, you know.

little,”

gentle smile crossed Hadley’s face. “I get it, Colleen. Thanks for

“You got the job?”

joyfully, “I knew they’d hire you. Don’t stress.

quickly exchanged a few crucial updates and then said

to

listings, yet nothing seemed suitable. The affordable ones were in questionable neighborhoods with poor security,

move on to another viewing, her phone

Nyla was calling.

Hadley responded quickly, “Nyla?”

where are you right now?”

flow of traffic, Hadley replied casually, “Oh, just taking a stroll. Srixby

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Nyla’s laughter filled the line. “Take your time to get

Nyla broached the main topic of

you left Srixby. I’m thinking we should have a little welcome- back

“A party?”

a

With your return, it’s important for everyone to see you. They might

was indeed available

no need…” Hadley persisted in her attempt to

and added, “Your grandmother’s biggest concern before you… Have she died was your well–being. She left you

down these past years? Are you angry with

I let

Hadley

the

it

to

sounded pleased. “We’ll make it a

“Thank you.”

an apartment had lost its appeal, and with the day