THE BILLIONAIRE TWINS AND THE CLEANER.

It was a very hectic morning at least for Rosa. She was frustrated, annoyed, devastated about everything and she needed to do something about the situation. Rosa wiped her hands on her faded jeans that she had owned for years, her eyes fixed on the letter from her sister's school. Her little sister, Lilian brought home another overdue bill. She folded it carefully and held it tightly in her palm. The small, one-room apartment which she got after selling off her parents belongings barely held the weight of her grief, let alone the growing responsibilities she’d inherited after the grievous accident. She glanced toward the corner where Lilian, the only one she has left, sat buried in textbooks after being sent home from school. Rosa smiled weakly, hiding her exhaustion from her junior sister. Their parents had been everything to them until the night a faceless drunk driver stole their lives—and the police did nothing. No justice. No closure. All because she had no money. Rosa didn’t have all the luxury of mourning her parents. She had a mouth to feed and school fees to pay. She immediately went to get dressed in her neatest clothes, and hastily she stepped into the city with one mission: to find a job. Just any job. Fate led her to Heart Flame, the most prestigious bar in the City. It gleamed with elegance, owned by the ruthless and very challenging man named Lucas—the billionaire no one dared to cross regardless of how reserved he may seem. Rosa hesitated at the gate, doubting her place among such class. But she needed this. Now more than ever. Rosa stood in front of the bar as she checked her younger sister’s tuition envelope clenched in her hand. She took it with her as a means of motivation and that was indeed more than enough as she kept it into her small hand bag. Lilian's dreams were now her responsibility. It's really crazy that Rosa, the once carefree eldest daughter, was now a reluctant parent, protector, and provider with barely any funds and no one to help them, Rosa swallowed her uncertainty and worked into the bar to apply for a job she never imagined she'd do—a cleaner at Heart flame bar. The bar buzzed with music, laughter, and clinking glasses, but all Rosa could think about was the rent due and the stack of unpaid school bills for Lilian. She approached the bartender that she wanted a job. “Are you serious?” The bartender jiggled. “Yes I am dead serious! My name is Rosa by the way. You need to help me.” Rosa sounded so desperate because she obviously was. “Woah! Calm down girl, I am not in charge of that. Look over there, that's the manager incharge.” The bartender immediately directed her to the manager. Rosa instantly walked towards the manager who was in a conversation with someone else. She stood there waiting to be noticed. “Hey! You want to see me?” The manager, having noticed Rosa standing, staring right at him. He knew she needed help, he could tell from the way she was dressed. “Y…Yes please, I am Rosa and I am here to apply for a job. I know there is no vacancy but even if I could be part of your cleaners, I don't mind being a cleaner.” Rosa pleaded. “We really don't have a job vacancy here as you have noticed but well we can bring you in as a cleaner. As you can see the bar could never get tired of cleaners. You're hired and your pay would be 200 bucks monthly, we really can't give cleaners more than that. Are you in?” “Sure, thank you sir. I will begin work immediately.” Rosa immediately went to the staff quarters to change into her cleaning uniform when she overheard a few of the workers discussing the owner of the bar. Lucas Blackwood The owner of Heart flame, they said he was the billionaire heir, and the coldest man in town like he never has feelings. They continued talking about him—how his heart had been hardened into stone. He was never seen smiling, always in a suit, a shadow of power trailing behind him. Rosa could feel a sense of fear rise from within her as she kept hearing them speak. Not until there was an interruption by the manager. “Everyone out! Go get to work, our boss is here.” Everyone hurriedly ran to their duty post and Rosa had to join them too. She returned back to the bar area to find Lucas Blackwood sitting at the VIP lounge. “Why handsome but yet cold?” She thought to herself as she stared at him, reflecting on what the other workers had said. Lucas' eyes landed on Rosa as she stood there staring and lost in thoughts. Something within him shifted instantly. Lucas couldn’t look away. Her beauty wasn’t the polished, flashy kind he saw in models or socialites—it was raw, untouched, and heartbreakingly real. He watched her run to her duties after realising there was a catch and she was back to her senses. Rosa immediately began to clean the bar furniture ahead of the night use. He watched as she scrubbed tables and polished floors, unaware of the storm she was about to unleash in his carefully structured life. He just couldn't help but notice her every move. Days passed. And Lucas started showing up at the bar regularly especially during cleaning hours, lurking in corners, observing her. Rosa noticed him a few times and thought she was in trouble, so she tried her best to do everything right. Not until one morning he called her “Do you enjoy working here?” he asked while keeping a straight face, startling her as she mopped the floor. The question hit Rosa with a huge blow, was she about to get sacked? Her heart began racing as she stood there looking for the perfect answer to give her boss after all the things she had heard about him. What could she have done?