When Emily looked up, her breath caught. Alexander Reed stood there — no suit this time, just a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and that same calm confidence.
The room went silent. Every waitress stopped mid-step.
He smiled faintly. “Emily Harris,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by.”
She blinked, still holding a damp cloth in her hand. “Mr. Reed? Why are you here?”
He leaned casually on the counter. “Because I’ve been thinking about what you told me that night — about your mother, about working double shifts. You shouldn’t have to carry all that alone.”
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Her guard went up. “I don’t need charity,” she said quietly.
He smiled. “It’s not charity. It’s a job offer. I need an assistant — someone honest, hardworking, and real. You came to mind.”
Emily stared, speechless. Working for him could change everything — a stable income, a better life for her mother, maybe even a future she never thought possible.
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“You’re serious?” she finally asked.
“Completely,” he said. “But only if you want it.”
Emily nodded slowly, emotion catching in her throat. “Yes. I want it.”
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A New Beginning
