The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 2. Insane Google Search's
"How can you replace the old supplier. Return the old recipe. This menu is Mom's recipe, you want to change the ingredients?!" I was inflamed after finding one of Mother's recipe ingredients revamped by the main chef at the restaurant.
"Yes, sorry Miss." I mastered the recipe details in this restaurant. In the past, if there was an addition, the recipe had to pass me because I was the main chef. I am a professional chef Bachelor of Science degree from Coquis, one of the best chef schools in Italy.
While in Spain following my husband's residence I also opened a restaurant. The restaurant went well, the profits were good, but the one that raised the capital of my ex-husband Fernandes. We still negotiate the division of the property, at least I have 30% of the value of the restaurant. It could be to add to Dad's debt repayment... Least.
"Now all changes and additions to the recipe must be with my consent. I don't want this material ordered again, return it to the old one..."
"None right."
I will take control of this restaurant again. Wholly and the one in Barona, I have to devise his promotion strategy. But imagining my sister having to live in a leech apartment left me cramped.
"He only provided an apartment for me and told me to stay there, gave me pocket money. Nothing has happened yet, ..no brother, he won't kill me. All that might happen is. Yeah you know what's going to happen. He let me go to work at the restaurant, but if he asks me to have dinner with him ..." He stopped talking about it.
I felt stabbed hearing his words. And now I'm behind the counter and clenching my hand remembering last night's talk. How could this happen to my sister...
"I don't see the beautiful Miss who used to be behind the cashier." A man greeted me, making me lift my face.
"You mean Valentina, ... Ahh yeah he's in our other branch sometimes? Not every day here." Maybe our customer, I haven't memorized all our customers because it hasn't been here long after five years in Spain.
"You look just like him, ..."
"I'm her sister, just call me Elisha."
"Well Miss Elisa. I used to book private quarters for corporate guests here. My office isn't too far from here... " Dark-haired handsome guy, bold, good looking, seems to be one of Valentina's fans. Valentina is often at the checkout and chatting with customers, her natural PR that attracts a lot of people.
"I haven't been here long. Nice to meet you Mr ...." I asked for his name.
"Create, Fabricio Bova..."
"Mr Bova,.... I'm doing a promotion, you can use this discount voucher. And memberships, we're tracking our customers, but since you've come, I'll give it to you personally." I smiled at him while handing him the discount voucher. The company's customers should be appreciated. They bring a lot of money...
"Mr Bova, what table are you sitting at?! Why didn't the waitress serve you, you're here to pay straight away?"
"Ohh no, not your servant's fault...I want to pay first before my guest asks for the bill, too. I'm in private room 3,..."
"Private room 3, okay fine...." I checked the bill, printed it, and gave it to him. "Please check back." As usual, customers who dare to pay for a private room bring a lot of money. They do not even hesitate to order expensive wine in order to maintain the image in front of guests.
"This,..." He gave me the card.
"I'll cut the discount for you right away."
"Thank you Mr. Bova, it's a pleasure to serve you. Is there anything I can do to help you with?"
"Today I didn't see your father, he's usually here. Sit at the corner table." Turns out he was a customer, he even knew Dad not just my sister.
"Ohh he's a bit unwell, so don't come here today. Thank you for asking Mr. Bova."
"Ahh so apparently. Then hopefully he'll be healthy soon, I should go back to the guests, maybe another chance we can chat."
"Sure, thank you again." He was sweet and sweet. People who are used to chatting with guests I guess.
She said later, there was nothing special about the meeting I was just trying to be friendly. I who was still messing around a lot decided to rest in our small office in the back then because lunch hour was also over and dinner time was still far away
On my computer desktop came a rumor. One artist is said to be the sugar baby of a millionaire with incredible facelitas. Makes me sigh. His car can pay at least one-eighth of my father's debt. Maybe I'll just be a sugar baby as an extra job.
"Google how to sign up to be a sugar baby?" I asked Google. And I did that to comfort myself, random act. But the search engine did its job too well.
"This is what we found out how to sign up to be a sugar baby."
"Is this a crazy search engine?!" I didn't think there was a result. I read the top search results. A site called bemysugarbaby.com, a surprising introduction.
Those who want to be sugar babies are free to bid their prices on their photos and their work now and clients who are already registered and paying on that site can contact some sort of their agency. Like a model agency that wears a fee for their services.
"This web is outrageous!" Like the web deliberately provides cheating services for married people, this is just as crazy. Candidates are free to sign up but you have to provide photos that are really your photos and make sure all the info you give them is correct and there is verification, this is really crazy web!
Note, they do not accept employees***commercial! Sugar Baby is a student and professional with an expensive and exclusive tag label! The conditions are offensive now! Plus there's a penalty if you don't abide by the sugarbaby agreement that's been set. But good membership for this web for men is also not cheap.
"It's a crazy web..." But I think again in the middle of my problem, actually this is a site that frankly, they only bring together serious clients. One needs money and a lifestyle, one needs a classy woman with nothing to commit to her.
And this is fair, it has to be approved by both parties, which means that if the woman rejects you, you can't force her, you have to respect each other.
Marriage is too complicated, love is too complicated, only friends with advantages can be talked about. There's no compulsion if you feel like you fit in with the one who asked you after meeting a couple of times and doing a deal anyway, but if you don't want no one can force you into the deal. This should be done like.
For sister! I pressed join! Me crazy? I ran out of road and I tried everything I could to free my sister, she bore the burden of Dad, I'm the eldest, her brother felt pushed to the tipping point out of guilt.
"Am I going to regret this?" I asked myself. "No, I'd be even more sorry if I let my sister in the leech's man's grip. He's willing to do this for me and Dad. And I'm willing to do this for him.
I rounded up the throat, filled out the form uploading my photo and pressed agree to verify it. Am I crazy? It took madness to save my sister as soon as possible. I can still accept this.
Strange, after that I felt calmer. Because I did something also outside my limits. And then I could think of doing something else.
This restaurant is my hope. I have to make the income increase as soon as possible.