Chapter 3 - Beatrice Demands Chloe Be Hired As Private Interpreter
Chloe pushed open the VIP room doors for the second time that evening, her knees trembling beneath her skirt.
Gabriel Costello sat at the head of the mahogany table, swirling amber liquor in a heavy crystal glass.
Beatrice looked up, her expression bright and welcoming as she spotted Chloe standing nervously near the entrance.
Her hands moved in rapid, graceful arcs before Gabriel could even open his mouth to speak.
Tell her I want to hire her as my full-time private companion and interpreter.
Gabriel watched his mother’s hands translate across the space, his dark brow furrowing in deep contemplation.
“My mother likes you,” Gabriel stated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that filled the quiet room.
“I’m honored, Mr. Costello, but I already have a job here at Il Canto,” Chloe answered carefully.
Beatrice signed fiercely, her eyes flashing with stubborn determination.
Tell him I pay better than this miserable restaurant ever could.
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Gabriel let out a short, dry laugh that lacked any true humor.
“She’s right, you know; name your price, Miss Bennett, and consider it doubled,” Gabriel offered bluntly.
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