Page 3 of The Billionaire's Secret

Some of the packages rip when she throws them, spilling rice all over the place.

"What's happening here?"

I turn to see Dean, my manager, standing behind me, his eyes lingering on my ass, moving to my breasts when I face him.

This guy is disgusting.

"Oh, finally someone who can help!" The woman reaches for him, trying to approach him without stepping on the rice. "I was telling this incompetent that I want that new brand of rice I saw on TV . . ." She makes a pause, looking up at the ceiling while she tries to remember the brand. "You know, the one without carbs."

We never had that in this store, and hopefully, Dean can tell her that.

"Oh, I know, I know," Dean's hand rests on her back while he walks her away from me. "Let's see if I can locate it for you in the customer service counter."

I look at him shocked.

He glances back at me for a second.

"Don't forget to clean that up."

With a sigh, I kneel on the floor, trying to get everything in place again.

I hate this job. I hate Dean. I wish I could just leave, but if I do, I won't be able to pay my bills and won't go to college. That's my ticket to the life I've always wanted, so here I am.

Expensive black shoes suddenly appear in front of me while I finish grabbing the last rice packed from the floor.

Standing, I face the handsome man in front of me, his agitated eyes looking around, barely seeing me.

There's something familiar about him, but I can't recognize what. I surely would remember if I had ever crossed paths with this man before. "Can I help you?" I ask.

His eyes narrow down on me, and my heart skips a beat. "Where do you keep your baby stuff?" he asks, his eyes looking around again.

"I'll help you," I say, placing the package of rice in my hand in its place before walking towards the right aisle. "What are you looking for, exactly?"

"Diapers. Just diapers."

I stop in front of the diapers. He looks around all the possibilities, confused. "Fuck!" he whispers.

"Do you know the size?"

He shakes his head.

"Okay, do you know how old the baby is?"

He glances at me with an annoyed expression. "How am I supposed to know?"

Grabbing a handful of different-sized packages, he walks away without another word.

Damn. I guess today is the day for all the weird people in town to show up here.

Maybe I was recognizing him for being one of the jerks who like to mess up with me while I'm working.

"Diana!" Dean shouts from the end of the aisle. "What the fuck are you doing standing there, when the floor is full of rice?"

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

I just need to endure this for two more years. Then I'll be done with school, and I'll be working as far from here as possible.

Returning to the first aisle, I clean the rice that the woman spilled. I hate how people can be so irresponsible about things. She could have fed a family for a week, and now it's going to the trash.

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