NovelEnglishScarfed down a couple of bites, Yolanda's phone buzzed to life. She snatched her motorcycle helmet from the chair beside her.
"Hey Carol, it's not that | don't wanna hang, but I'm slammed. I'll catch up with you after the race, okay? Bye."
Yolanda was always a whirlwind - in fast, out faster.
The spread on the table was barely touched.
Carol felt a wave of boredom. Maja was tied up, Yolanda was in a rush, and there she was, the picture of a trust fund baby, without
a care in the world.
She'd toyed with the idea of a career once, but after blowing through $10 million of Abner's money in just two months, she had to
reconsider.
Abner had a rare heart-to-heart with her.
"Did you know, our Miller family fortune is so vast, you could hire a gigolo every day and not dent it. But if you try your hand at
business, you won't last many years."
His words stung, and with zero talent for commerce, Carol threw in the towel.
She'd thought about interning somewhere, but the interns' pay was a measly $500 a month - not enough to cover even a day of
her meals.
As Abner put it, "The interest you earn daily on your bank balance could easily cover a month of those money you'd make."
Dismayed, Carol resigned herself to a life of leisure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe'd majored in foreign language at university, and since Abner expected so little from her, he never tried to box her in with
expectations.
While other wealthy families were endowing buildings and sending their kids abroad, Carol contentedly stayed domestic, taking
classes with Maja.
Being fluent in five languages, the major of foreign language was no biggie for her, but also not particularly useful. It's not like she
was going to be someone's translator.
Now, staring at the untouched food, Carol suddenly remembered the waiter.
She wasn't one to dither once she'd made up her mind.
As Felix brought over the last course, she spoke up.
"Felix, why don't you sit down and join me?" she said, nodding at his ntag.
"Sorry, it's not our policy to dine with guests."
"What a shame. Such pricey food going to waste."
She was genuinely peeved, but mostly just bored.
Next moment, Felix took the seat opposite her. "It's almost my break time. | can sit for a bit."
His eyes were clear, like a college kid's - though it was rare to find a college guy this handsome.
Maybe it was his good looks, but Carol's mood lifted instantly, her lips curling into a smile.
"I'm Carol."
"Felix."
"Hey, | noticed you don't smile much," she teased. "Doesn't that lose you tips when you're dining with clients?"
"Not really. We aim to please, if it's needed."
"Including a night out?"
The question was a bit cheeky. Felix didn't respond, his lips pressed together, maybe a bit annoyed.
Carol quickly apologized, "Just kidding. I'm broke anyway. This meal's on someone else's tab. It'd be a real waste not to eat. | heard
the meal here is expensive."
"It is expensive," he admitted.
Carol found him interesting. He'd been humiliated at BlueSky Bar but kept smiling. And now, insulted, he remained unruffled.
She felt playful and started spinning a tale.
"That woman earlier, you saw her, right? She's a well-off relative who struck it rich in Greenfield. She wanted to showsome
high life. I'm not used to fancy stuff like steak - tastes like chewing fat to me. But | couldn't show it in front of her. Now | can finally
toss this stuff."
No sooner had she said it, she chucked the priciest sashimi plate into the trash.
A faint smile crossed Felix's face. It was subtle, but Carol caught it.
"You've got a nice smile, you know."
No sooner had she complimented him than the smile vanished, and he just picked up the serving fork to arrange her plate.
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