A Billionaire who never like her

Chloe's POV “Good morning, Mrs. Jude. Did you sleep well last night?” I greeted my employer happily, Mrs. Jade Jude, a 60 year-old widow. I was concerned because she often had severe headaches and couldn't sleep at night. Mrs. Jude owned a small fast food shop, in Modern day city, Los Angeles, where I always got my favorite lunch. I worked from 8 a.m. till 8 p.m. Monday to Friday as a cashier. The place was understaffed, so I often worked all around. I did the waitressing, meal cooking, and sometimes I cleaned the place after work. I couldn't complain, afterall Mrs jude was paying me well. Actually, not so well, but enough for me and my family to eat a nice meal everyday and save some. “Hi Chloe, yes, I did. The pain reliever I took last night finally worked," she smiled adoringly at me. “That's good. What did the doctor say?" I asked while putting my leather bag inside a closet, and then I adjusted my shoes so that it wouldn't tight on my feet, and took off my eyeglasses, to clean the lense. “It's just a migraine, nothing serious." I was relieved that finally she listened to me. I advised her several times to seek medical attention, but she wouldn't. She had a phobia of hospitals, medical clinics, syringes, and doctors. She had a traumatic experience when she was a kid. “Joe's wife had a normal delivery last night.” " Really? I'm so happy for the two of them, after several seven years of trying, they finally have a baby. It's a boy Right? I asked, Mrs jude said no, it's a girl. I instantly became so excited for Joe, the barista. “Anyway, he can't report today, could you fill in for him?” OH. That would mean doing two jobs simultaneously. Whew! “Okay, no problem about that Mrs. jude. I can manage.” I smiled at her assuredly and fixed my crumpled red floral vintage dress. Actually it was my favorite dress, and I loved wearing it often. It belonged to my grandmother, as well as most of the dresses in my closet. It was already eight o'clock, and time for the fast food shop to open. I wondered why the other employees, Lilian and Andrew hadn't arrived yet. Lilian was the waitress, who took the order and served the food . Andrew cleaned the tables, the floor and the bathroom. Recently, I found out that Lilian and Andrew were lovers. I caught them making out inside the bathroom. They forgot to lock the door. “You retard! Don't tell Mrs. jude about this or I'm going to break your bones.” Andrew threatened me. He even twisted my arm behind my back. A tear suddenly fell on my cheek because of the burning pain. “I will not tell, I promise. Let me go, please.” I pleaded and finally he let go of my arm. " Good. Remember that.” His eyes were glaring at me angrily. I rubbed my arm, it was so sore and my flesh turned red " Now, go, ugly bamboo. You're not wanted here.” Lillian laughed and pushed me out of the bathroom. Yup, they often bullied me, calling me names and I was used to it. I pretended not to hear their hurtful words. I just avoided messing up with them or chatting with them. I needed my job so badly and my family relied on me, besides Mrs. Jude was a good employer. “Chloe, I will be in the kitchen. Just call me if you need help." “Sure Mrs. Jude." I put on a yellow apron, getting ready for the first customer. I went inside the bar counter and turned on the electronic cash register, as well as the shawarma machines. I learned how to prepare Coffee and shawarma from Joe, the barista. For almost a year that I'd been working in the fast food shop, he taught me how to do coffee artwork, shawarma and the techniques for preparing a very good taste of espresso. I learned the Barista's complete guide to coffee, shawarma and other meals and I embraced the knowledge wholeheartedly. I was cleaning the bar counter when the first customers came inside. Three men wearing deep blue suits and dark glasses entered the fast food shop. I looked at the tall, black-clad figure of the man who came in first. He was the youngest among them. He halted at the front door and his eyes scanned the shop. He stood over there, tall, devilishly handsome, with a beautiful proportioned body. I froze, his aura overwhelmed the whole of the fast food shop. My mind stopped working and my body turned numb. He is vaguely familiar. His dark glasses hid his eyes. It was impossible to find out where his eyes were focusing. But I was certain that he was not looking at me. He looked very powerful and extremely rich. He said something to one of the men, and then they strode in the shop. They took their seats in the center of the room. I grabbed a pen and a slip to take down their orders. I hurriedly approached them to take their orders. “Good morning. What is your order, sir?" I stood in front of the three men and smiled at them. But none of them showed a sign of smiling. I was about to write a shortcut, then I heard. “Good morning. Can we have a cup of espresso and a shawarma?” The older man removed his dark glasses, while cleaning it, he smiled at me. He was probably in his mid-forties. My hands were shaking when I wrote their order. I didn't know why, perhaps because of the younger man's appearance. He looked like a very important person. His face was bronzed by wind and sun. The set of his chin suggested a stubborn streak and his lips were firm and sensual. He made me so edgy and nervous as hell. And he didn't even seem to like me or notice me. He was very busy talking to one of the men he came with. I couldn't help listening to his voice. It was so deep, with a velvet-edge, and strong. “Is there anything else, sir?” My eyes shifted from one man to another. "That's all, miss,” the older man replied, then waved at me, a sign of dismissal. I served their order within four minutes. I stared at the younger man again. He seemed really familiar. I was sure I'd seen him before. I wished he would take off his dark glasses so I could see his eyes, and figure where I met him before. Then I noticed he drank his espresso. The men left without asking for their bill. I went to the table they occupied earlier and saw a one hundred dollar bill under the espresso cup. What! A hundred dollar bill? I could n't believe it. I was over the moon! They left too much tip for the espresso.