The Star-Crossed Mistakes
On the day Christian Starr held his celebratory banquet to celebrate his company going public, I was forced to return to the country. I couldn’t afford my rent abroad anymore, so I had no choice but to take a job as a food delivery rider.
Every single eye in the luxury private lounge snapped toward me. It wasn’t until the man sitting right in the center raised his head and his eyes met mine that someone broke the silence with a playful, mocking sneer.
“Well, look who it is. Isn’t this Nova, Christian’s little sister who used to follow him around all day long?”
“Back when Christian hit rock bottom, she took all her family’s money and fled abroad to live it up. I guess she got tired of the good life and came back to experience how the other half lives, huh?”
The room erupted into a chorus of laughter.
Feeling completely out of place, I nervously set the gastric medicine I had delivered onto the table and turned around, wanting nothing more than to leave.
“Nova.”
The deep and familiar voice rang out, forcing my footsteps to a sudden halt.
“If you walk out that door right now, I will leave you a one-star review.”
One bad review, and my three days’ worth of food delivery was practically for nothing. I could handle starving if I didn’t have money for food, but if I couldn’t pay my rent, I wouldn’t even have a roof over my head.
I clenched my fists tightly and forced myself to meet Christian’s eyes once again.
“Is there anything else you need, sir?”
The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk. With his long, slender fingers, he casually knocked over a glass brimming with wine. Then, he pulled out a black card and tossed it onto the table.
“Didn’t you always love money? Clean up all the spilled wine on this table with your mouth, and all the cash on this card is yours.”