Melissa could hardly believe what she was doing. A date, with a man she’d just met that same day. Her nerves buzzed, her mind spinning with all the possible outcomes of the night. Some were innocent… others, not so much. The thought made her cheeks heat up, and of course, Harry noticed.“You okay?” he asked, glancing at her briefly before turning back to the road.“I—I’m fine,” Melissa mumbled, trying to calm herself. Deep down, she was proud of herself for taking the chance.They pulled up to one of Crestview's most elite restaurants, a place so exclusive that Harry had paid a hefty fee just for a reservation. Not that it bothered him. Whatever it cost, he figured the return, and Melissa’s company, would be worth every penny.Inside, they were shown to one of the best tables in the house. Harry immediately noticed Melissa’s reaction. Her eyes widened at the gleaming interior and the well-dressed crowd. She looked like she’d stepped into another world, her usual confidence shrinking a

The night had ended perfectly, and by morning, Harry was back to reality, business awaited. He needed to figure out what was really going on with his “agency.” He didn’t know much about it beyond the name, but a quick deep dive on the internet gave him everything he needed to know.Turns out, the agency was practically dying. It was hanging by a thread, close to bankruptcy, which made Harry question why the system hadn’t matched him with something more powerful. A car had literally materialized out of thin air for him, surely creating a successful agency shouldn’t be a big ask. Still, he wasn’t about to complain. Life is good now. I am a fucking millionaire, he thought to himself. A sharp knock at his door pulled him out of his thoughts. Morning light spilled through the blinds. He checked his phone, no messages from Alicia. So, maybe she wasn’t as desperate as he’d assumed. But that didn’t bother him much; the agency could serve as another route to get her wrapped around his finger

When Harry pulled up to the Agency, he immediately noticed something different, fewer cars in the parking lot. Yesterday, the place looked alive. Today, it was quiet, almost too quiet. Still, he didn’t dwell on it. His mind had a strange way of keeping track of useless details, but this one didn’t matter. Inside, he was greeted by Rita, who nearly jumped when she saw him. “Oh, Mr Farrow! I didn’t know you’d be coming in today,” she said, quickly straightening her posture. Harry gave her a polite nod. “Good to see you too.” She wasn’t wrong to look surprised, he hadn’t told anyone he’d be dropping by. But then again, he didn’t need to. He owned the place. He could walk in whenever he felt like it. He looked pretty casual that morning: plain T-shirt, simple jacket, jeans. Nothing about his outfit screamed “Millionaire.” Even the watch on his wrist looked like something from a discount store, not the kind of thing you’d expect to see on someone who owned an agency and drove a lu

Harry hadn’t planned to spend his evening playing chauffeur, but somehow, here he was again, behind the wheel, waiting on Clara. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but since they’d already shared some awkward car time earlier that day, this trip didn’t feel as tense.Apparently, her husband had passed along his number, which meant Clara could now contact him directly. A dangerous development, Harry thought. If this turned into a habit, he’d have to start screening calls. Still, he couldn’t really say no. After all, the man had let him slide on rent for months in the past.The call came through around early evening, later than he’d expected, but Harry didn’t mind too much. He had plans later that night with Alicia, and honestly, a later dinner suited his agenda better. If the evening ran late enough, he could easily use the “it’s too late to go home” excuse to convince her to stay over.But that was a problem for later. For now, he had a favor to fulfill.When he pulled up in front o

When Harry finally dropped Clara off at the house, he let out a deep sigh of relief. As charming as she could be, that little detour had eaten into his evening, and now his mind was fixed on one person, Alicia.Back at his apartment, Harry unloaded the candles he’d been given by the redheaded store owner as a “thank you.” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do with them, he wasn’t a candle guy, but he didn’t complain. He shoved them into one of his brand-new drawers, still not used to how different his place looked now.The renovation had gone better than he imagined. The painters had done an incredible job, though the faint smell of fresh paint still lingered in the air. It was sharp enough to make his head ache, which meant sleeping there that night was out of the question.Everything looked new, because it was. A massive flat-screen TV was now mounted on the living room wall, and the old, cheap furniture was gone, replaced by sleek, modern pieces. It looked like somethin