No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Everyone was visibly taken aback, likely thinking that Haley Perez didn't quite have the credentials to be the manager. But as I started clapping, everyone else joined in.

Standing beside me, Haley absorbed the mix of welcoming and surprised looks. I could sense her swelling with pride, finally having her moment after being suppressed for so long.

This was the spirit I wanted to ignite in her. Because her resolve was still under my control, I aimed to push her until she tried to break free. That way, she'd take risks and become my pawn.

"Let's have Manager Perez say a few words," I prompted her, nudging her forward to bask in everyone's admiration. Nervous yet ambitious, and with some coaching from me, Haley managed to speak smoothly.

After the brief ceremony, I led her to the manager's office. Naturally, I took the seat of power while she stood across from me. Just when she was savoring the taste of authority, I used my posture to knock her down a peg. I wanted to keep her on her toes, fueling her resentment towards me.

"Haley, you're now in charge of the bar. Do you think you can handle it? If not, speak up, and I'll find someone else," I challenged her, pressing my advantage.

Having already made a public commitment, she couldn't back down now. "You're not planning to embarrass me and have second thoughts, are you, Felicia Hudson?" Haley retorted.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I chuckled softly. "I'm not that petty. Since you're taking over, let's talk about the ground rules." Haley stood before me like a disciplined student, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor around me. It goes to show, money is the ultimate confidence booster.

"As for the bar, it's all yours. Run it

however you see fit; you don't need to report everything to me. Treat i like it's your own," I declared, catching Haley off guard. She probably expected me to hold the bar over her head as leverage.

"I trust the people I work with as much as I trust in love. If I've chosen you, I trust you completely," I

explained adopting a high-level

managerial tone that left Haley in awe Watching her react, I found the manipulation rather amusing.

After the preliminaries, I got to the point. "However, there's one rule: the bar must operate within the law. No illegal activities. If there's trouble, it will affect both of us."

"I understand," Haley responded.

"Good. Let's make it official. Sign the contract," I said, sliding the pre-drafted employment contract toward her. Haley read it carefully, probably checking for any traps. I waited patiently, playing with my phone.

After a thorough review, Haley signed her name. Just as she was about to hand it back, I added, "Put your fingerprint on it."

She gave me a look but complied. I examined the signed contract, then stood up. "I don't have much else to say. I'll just review the financial reports monthly to see if we're in the black."

As I was leaving, I gave the chair a spin. "Nice chair feel, Manager Perez. Enjoy!" Haley's expression stiffened. I smiled and left.

Holding the bar's transfer contract

and Haley's signed employment agreement, headed to the police station to make a preemptive record, distancing myself in case of any future entanglements. While the officer was registering my documents, a somewhat familiar voice rang out from the entrance, "Officer, I'd like to report a crime."