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Mr Billionaire's Unwanted Wife novel Chapter 2

I looked at my appearance in the mirror. I was dressed in faded blue jeans, a light pink shirt, and a denim jacket, and my lips were pressing into a white slash.

I don't have many good-looking clothes to wear. They never buy new clothes for me; I always wear the old clothes of Deliah. I don't have any clothes that I can call my own. Everything I have is used by Deliah.

I leave my long black hair open; it is naturally curly.

I made my way out of the motel and pulled out my phone to search for the directions to the cafe where I hoped to have a job.

Finally, after seeing the directions to that place on Google Maps, I made my way towards the subway station; I have to find a job as soon as possible.

After twenty minutes, the subway train stopped and I made my way towards the cafe.

I held the knob of the glass door of the cafe and entered. The delicious aroma of cookies with coffee touched my nostrils, making my stomach growl in hunger. Yes, I ate nothing except a packet of chips with a cold drink at Los Angeles airport before coming here to New York.

I closed my eyes and calmed my nerves, and looked around. The walls of the cafe are graced with beautiful floral designs in pastel colors. There is relaxing music in the background of the cafe; wooden furniture; and sofas or comfortable chairs will prompt customers to stay for longer durations.

I felt my chest getting hitched by seeing such a positive atmosphere. I have never felt positivity since childhood.

I smiled at such a relaxing environment and looked around to find a manager to talk to about my job.

Finally, I found a guy who looked the same age as me with blonde hair. He is wearing simple denim jeans with a yellow shirt and apron while bringing orders from customers.

I quickly approached him.

He looked at me and smiled. "Hi, how can I help you?" he asked politely.

"Hello, I am Emberly Swan. I am here for a waitress job, as I read in the article, "I told him while scraping a hand through my hair."

"Oh, yes, we need one. Please give me five minutes. Let me bring orders for those customers. They are waiting for so long," he said, smiling sheepishly towards me, and I nodded while bouncing on my toes.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, smiling politely at him.

He shook his head smiling, "No need, just sit over there. Give me five minutes; I will take you to our owner. "By the way, my name is Eric," he said, and I nodded while blowing out a long breath and smiling.

"Wait," he exclaimed while bringing a tray. I saw a plate full of cookies with a cup of latte coffee on it. He handed me the tray.

"Enjoy this; I'll be back in five minutes," he said as I shook my head and fidgeted with my fingers.

"No need for this, I am fine," I insist, but he is not listening to my excuses.

I gave up and nodded, honestly saying, "I am so grateful to him, to think this much for me, and I am also hungry."

I came with a tray and sat on the corner table. These cookies are so mouth-watering. Finally, after some moments, he arrived.

He looked at me smiling. Something was there in his eyes for me, which I found so different, like not genuine but not bad either.

"Come, let's go," he asked me, and I nodded while standing up.

We came towards a kitchen. There I found a lady in her early sixties.

Eric comes with me. Mrs. Glide, this is Emberly Swan, and she has come here to work as a waitress," he informed her, and she turned around, her brows furrowed.

"Hello dear," she greeted, while

Putting off her apron and coming towards me

I grinned and looked at her. "Hello mam," I greeted her back.

"Please, don't call me Mam, call me Bernice," she insisted, and I nodded enthusiastically.

"So, you came here for a waitress job," she asked me, and I nodded.

"Did you work before?" she asked, and I shook my head.

For some personal reasons, I have to leave my birthplace, Los Angeles, and have to come here to New York.

"Oh," she said and after some moments, she spoke again "fine, you can join from tomorrow, honey," she informed me and a wide smile appeared on my face hearing her answer, finally; I can be able to manage my expenses.

"Thank you very much, ma'am," I exclaimed, while quirking an eyebrow and smiling.

"No matter how many times I tell you, don't call me Mam, honey, it's Bernice for you," she said kindly, placing her hand over my shoulder.

I nodded, smiling, delightful. Even though I know I will cry if I stand here for some more time, in such a difficult situation, this job means a lot to me.


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