Chapter 2

My boss could practically throw fireballs at anyone who pissed her off.

We even have a fire-proof shield at our café.

(It's Hailey)

Although her face was covered with her burqa, I could feel, she would burst at any moment..

"Don't tell me I hired a worker who is just as ballistic as these teenagers my café is currently serving."

"Ok, I won't tell you. I promise, really."

Ah, I'm probably gonna get my blabbering *** fired.

"You...You...insolent-!"

"-employee who'll apologize for her filter-less mouth and go back to her work. Now say sorry, Ava." Hailey interrupted.

There comes my fire-proof shield.

Oh Hailey, my love~

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Rahmani."

She looked at me with disdain.

"Just leave." Well, she gave up faster than I thought.

"Good day, Mrs. Rahmani."

We went back to our workstations.

"There you go." Hailey handed me a piece of filter paper.

"Where on earth did you get that from so suddenly and what am I supposed to do with it?"

"Want me to shove it down your throat? You know, to have a filter plastered on that smart mouth of yours?"

"No thanks. I'll pass it for now."

"You will get yourself killed someday." She muttered.

"Well, you'll be there to save me so let's chill."

"You're annoying."

"You love me."

"Doesn't make you less annoying."

We giggled.

Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life like this.

Living a luxurious life with the cost of never having anyone to trust on is much harder than it looks like. That was a life which I left behind.

A father who kept me because I was useful to him, a brother I adored who tried to kill me for taking his place as an heir, and him, my last support for whom I kept living on, who was using me for Clavvier Group, I left them behind.

I am not going to let them haunt me anymore.

I lightly slapped my face on each of the sides.

Enough of him. I will be fine.

Who cares what he says on an interview.

Elena Clavvier is a name belonging to a dead girl. I am Ava Harper. 

Well, it's not like he'll be able to find me in the first place.

And that's what I thought two weeks ago.

Currently, Aiden Martin Luther, along with his men in black and Mrs. Rahmani, is standing in front of the café I'm in.

What am I doing?

I borrowed my employer's burqa she left some other day, wore it and sat down on one of the customer's seats while praying neither of them notices who is underneath it.

Something isn't right. Because somehow, I was attracting all the attention in the cafe.

Well,

I closed my eyes.

My luck is great so they're never going to know that it's-

"I don't understand what could possibly give you the idea of wearing my burqa upside down, Ava."

Who the heck am I even kidding? This is my luck we are talking about.

                                                                       End of Chapter 2

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