The Billionaire's Internee

The Billionaire's Internee

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Does destiny always play with us? I just a company where I would work as an internee...... I got the internship and a man? Confusing isn't it well that's life sometimes you want it then life didn't give it to you .... When you don't ask for it life voluntarily give it to you...... How ironic life would be.. My story.....no scratch that ....... my rollercoaster life start when I step on that company's floor... So here's my rollercoaster love life. ....... ❌❌❌ERROR AND TYPOS ❌❌❌
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I almost ended up in prison. One stupid decision-trying to sell drugs just to make ends meet-and I was caught. I remember my heart pounding, my hands shaking, thinking this is it. But then, out of nowhere, this stranger stepped in. Said a few things to the right people, pulled some strings... and just like that, I was free. Sort of. Turns out, he's a detective. Not just any detective-one with an agenda. He said he saw something in me. Maybe potential. Maybe desperation. Either way, he offered me a deal: I stay out of jail, but I owe him. Big time. Now I live in a fancy house that's not mine, taking care of someone I can't decide if I hate or pity. He's a grown man but acts like a spoiled child-rich, reckless, always testing my patience. My actual job? Keep an eye on him. Report back. Make sure he doesn't do something stupid. Or illegal. Or both. I traded bars for golden cages. But somehow, I think the real mess is only just beginning.

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