The Billionaire's Ex' Biggest Mistake

3| Job Hunting

The next morning.........

I parked my car at the parking space beside the road and strode out because I want to get coffee.

What says the time at this hour?

I glance on my wristwatch and it told me 12:01pm.

Geez!

12:01?

Have I been submitting my CVs for the past five fucking hours?

After I spoke with mom and dad about me getting a job to take care of myself and the upcoming baby, I got an idea of going job hunting....

It's apparently my first time to go job searching since I finished college. My Ex didn't allow me to work.

He usually said....

'Why do you want to work when I'm here? Whatever you need will be provided by me. All you have to do is ask.'

You see the purpose why they say 'Women education ends in the kitchen?'

Anyway, all those are in the past now.

We're divorced and I can no longer ask him for things or him providing my supplies.

I have to do it on my own.

Crink. Crink.

The bell above the door shook when I pushed it open.

I kindly make my way to the counter.

"Hi, good.... afternoon?" I smiled to attendant, still not sure if it's noon yet. "Can I get whipped cream and chocolate?"

"Whipped cream?" She scoffed. "Making it sound more like it's an ice cream shop."

Yeah, whatever. Just give me what I want and let me get the living hell outta here.

I rolled my eyes, inwardly.

Iced coffee was ready on the go in no time.

A silly smirk appeared on her face when she handed it over.

"What's your name?" I asked instead of 'What the fuck is amusing you'?

"Angéle"

I twitched my lips to one side. Sound weird just like her.

"From where?" I'm a bit curious for the accent, though.

"Belgium?"

Oh yeah. Not my kinda town person.

I paid for the coffee, and turn around about to leave but someone covered my eyes from behind.

And as I can hear, the anonymous person is whispering words to another anonymous people whom I don't know.

My brows creased.

"Who the fuck are you—"

"Surprise!" The person let go of my eyes and I saw six strange eyes staring into mine with excitement.

Guessing from their outlook.....I fucking don't know who these girls are.

I stood rooted, studying their faces one by one while they giggled at me.

"Sorry, do I know you guys?"

One gasped. "It's us." She began to introduce themselves. "Remember me? Rebecca? And that's Flora and this' Emily? From Wesley Nursery Montessori?"

My face crumpled. I shook my head. "Never remembered that."

The Flora girl shook my arm, chuckling. "Come on, we were just five then. How could you forget about the naughty things you did at that tender age?"