In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 37: Unexpected Someone The next day after school, I go to a local coffee house for interview as planned.

This job is nothing fancy, but it pays really well. Too well actually. If my job is to brew some coffee, serve some pastries and mob the floor, then I think I’m definitely overvalued given my wage.

The coffee shop is in the university district, right next to a school library. So I’m not surprised to find that the room is packed with college students reading, writing and discussing assignments when I step in.

There’s a cute girl with pink hairs and lip rings standing behind the counter. She welcomes me with a hearty smile, “Hey! What can I get ya?” “Hi,” I can’t help but smile back. “I’m here for interview. My name is Natalia Moore?” “Oh yeah! I’ve been expecting you. Follow me please.”

She leaves the counter and leads me to the back and into an office. When we get in, she casually points me to a seat and sits down behind the desk herself, “can I offer you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?” 1

It looks like that she’s the one doing the interview. Although she seems very friendly, I am still a little nervous, “I’m good. Thank you for asking though.”

“Relax,” she senses my nervousness and grins at me. “You can call me Lola. Actually, I don’t have any questions for you. Alex had already given me all the information I need, and it seems that you are more than qualified. You can start anytime you want.”

I can’t believe how easily everything goes, “Sorry…but Alex told you about me?” “Yeah. Don’t you know?” she seems surprised as well. “Alex’s aunt owns this place. So when he told us that his friend needed a job, we are definitely willing to help. And, of course, we are understaffed so we can really use some helps. Actually you don’t even need to come in for this interview. You can just text me your starting time.”

I had no idea about this.

I thought Alex just walked pass by here, saw that they were hiring and simply passed on the information. Or maybe he worked here himself once and referred me as an old employee.

But he didn’t tell me that he had already gotten me the job before I even showed up.

A wave of mixed emotions washes over me as I sit there processing the information. On the one hand, I’m really grateful for everything he has done for me; yet on the other hand, I feel that I will never be able to repay him…especially since I know that he has feelings for me.

“Hey, are you OK?” Lola’s voice snaps me back to reality. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Umm, no. I’m all good,” I take in a deep breath. “I can start tomorrow if that works for you.”

then, I’ll see you

She opens the door for me and says, “I won’t walk you out since I’m still waiting for my next interviewer…Oh here

to. And the next second, I’m

It’s Zack

shocked as it can be. And his face is the same, like a thunder has struck him from above. We just stand there stiffly, staring at each other

between us and frowns, do

back to my senses. “Bye

quickly as possible. But Zack suddenly takes a step aside and blocks my way,

he said and those shitty things he has done. Everything still hurts me like yesterday. I thought I’ve moved on. But no. I still hate his guts. He better behaves and gets the hell out of

a short silence, he turns and makes way for me quietly. I instantly walk pass him and

the room, out of the door and onto the street. After taking a long deep breath of the fresh air, I am

can’t believe I just run into

the strap of my bag as worry fills my heart. If I’m going to see Zack every day I work here, I better quit this job now. But what’s he doing here anyway? According to Lola, it seems that he was also coming in for interview. But why? I thought he was also born with a silver spoon and therefore never has to worry about the money. Maybe he’s only working here for fun? Ahh this is fucked-up. Just when I

in frustration and take out my phone, texting Eason and letting him know

the street, I heard someone calling me from behind. Turn around,

him and warm him. “Don’t you dare taking another step

hands and stops

just wanted to

that. We are now in hate-each-other-to-guts kind of area,” I say without hiding my disgust. “Can’t you just walk away and pretend that you never

stands there still and keeps staring at me in a really creepy way, “Nat I never hated you… 1-I miss you. Everything has been wrong and different after you left.” My stomach swirls and I want to throw up. His words, his face, and everything about him make me

hand like chasing away a fly. “Please? Like… I don’t get it. You slept with someone else, and you dumped me, and I’ve moved on from that already. Why

but swallows it back again. He frowns and twists his finger, as if he’s going through some serious inner struggles. He seems gaunter and greyer than the last time I

lost my patience. If he’s