“Hello, my name is Stella Greer,” I introduced myself, extending a hand. “I’m a graduate of a prestigious Ivy League university, currently preparing for the civil service examination.”
The woman, Abigail Winslow, shook my hand warmly, her eyes gleaming with approval. “You’re young, beautiful, and accomplished. Wonderful.”
After exchanging pleasantries, she invited me inside, pouring tea as we sat in the opulent living room. She asked about my background—family, work, and aspirations.
“My parents divorced when I was young, and neither of them kept in touch. I’ve been on my own ever since,” I explained. “As for work, I’m a fashion designer with an annual salary of around $100,000.”
Abigail nodded thoughtfully, her expression unreadable. She didn’t press further and soon gestured for me to follow her upstairs.
“Are we going to meet my Sleeping Prince now?” I teased.
She smiled. “Yes, my son is also my precious Sleeping Prince.”
We climbed to the third floor and entered a bedroom. I wasn’t expecting much—I’d already prepared myself for a purely transactional relationship. I didn’t need to fall in love. I only needed to secure the deal and fulfill my duties.