Mabel a stunning model and the former fiancée of Alexander Richardson, had just finished a photo shoot she dialed a number and smiled.
"Thank you, reporter Damian I knew I could count on you to spread the word"
"Anytime Mabel" the voice on the other end of the line purred "If you ever need a story broken again I'm your guy"
Mabel hung up the phone and grinned Mabel tossed her phone aside “He’ll come crawling back to me now”
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Thomas scowled dropping his phone onto the table with a thud “This is beyond annoying Do you know how many calls I’ve had today?”
Alex rolled his eyes. “You think I enjoy the idea of being labeled a gay man? I’m the one who has to deal with this mess, not you”
“No, you don’t understand Your reputation is on the line, sure, but my company is at stake here You don’t get it I’m in those pictures with you! Everyone is wondering why I’m always by your side”
“Then deal with it.”
“How am I supposed to deal with it You should just marry someone and be done with it like your mother said!”
“Whatever I’ll think about it,”
“You should just get back together with Mabel That would solve everything!”
“I’d rather marry a dog than get back together with that woman This is my life Thomas Stay out of it!”
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“Marco please, you have to help Our son is at the hospital and he needs money for his treatment or he’ll die” Molly pleaded
“He’s not my son. I told you to get rid of that thing years ago, and you refused So he’s not my son and I don’t have any obligation to help him.”
Molly clutched at her chest tears streaming down her cheeks “Please, Marco I’m begging you just give me the money”
“I don’t have any money to give you. You made your bed years ago, and now you have to lie in it. Now get the hell out of my house”
He slammed the door in Molly’s face, the finality of his decision ringing in her ears like a death sentence for her son
With a sniffle Molly wiped away her tears and continued on her way As she walked, her gaze fell upon a notice board in front of a nearby café In big, bold letters, it read: “Chef Needed.”
Taking a deep breath Molly squared her shoulders and walked inside “Good morning,”
A petite woman behind the counter looked up and smiled. “Good morning! How can I help you?”
“I saw the notice board You need a chef.....
"and not a beggar"
Molly’s eyes filled with tears “I’m not a beggar I can cook, really. Please I need this job.”
“Okay, let’s start again Tell me about your experience as a chef and your qualifications for this job”
Molly sniffled “I’ve always loved cooking, and I’ve been cooking since I was young"
"your relationship status?”
“I’m a single mother” Molly whispered
“I’m sorry, but we don’t accept single mothers here. You’ll have to leave”
Molly fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face “Please Please I need this job”
Evelyn’s hand shot out and shoved Molly away “Get out”
Instead of falling to the floor Molly was unexpectedly caught in the arms of someone behind her.........
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Romansa"Pay me now," "You need to sign first," Alex replied, holding out the contract Molly snatched the pen and signed without reading her eagerness for the money palpable "Now, pay me!" she insisted, her eyes fixed on Alex. "Calm down" "We're talking bu...
