A Poor Waitress Says To The Billionaire CEO, Hi Sir Why Is My Mother's Picture In Your Wallet?

this picture it's your mother but she made sure I was dead years ago Emily's heart skipped a beat the man sitting before her just a stranger moment ago now carried an unsettling weight in his voice the hum of the diner's fluorescent light suddenly felt colder the air thick with something unspoken she clenched her fists swallowing hard what were you talking about the man took a slow sip of his coffee his sharp blue eyes distant haunted whatever memory he had just Unearthed it wasn't just painful it was dangerous and then he spoke the words that would

change Emily's life forever the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above the worn out tables of DD's Diner a small grease stained restaurant tucked away on the edge of Queens New York the air smelled of coffee and fried onions behind the counter Emily Harper a 22-year-old waitress with tired hazel eyes and a messy bun wiped her hands on her apron she flashed a warm smile of regular a grizzled old man named Joe before scribbling his usual order scrambled eggs and black coffee Emily was the kind of person who radiated kindness even on her worst days she dropped

out of college 2 years ago when her mother Grace Harper was diagnosed with a chronic lung condition medical bills piled up faster than Emily could count so she traded textbooks for a notepad and Pen working double shifts at the diner to keep them afloat her mother once a vibrant seamstress now spent her days teed to an oxygen tank in their cramped apartment Emily didn't complain she couldn't Grace was all she had left the Bell above the diner's door jingled snapping Emily out of her thoughts she glanced up expecting another familiar face but instead a man

stepped in who didn't belong he was tall impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that screamed money with silver streaks threading through his dark hair he carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone who owned the world or at least a good chunk of it heads turned Whispers rippled through the diner Emily frowned billionaires didn't eat at does table for one she asked grabbing a menu as he approached the counter he nodded his sharp blue eyes scanning the room before settling on her yes thank you she led him to a booth by the window the vinyl

seats cracked but clean I'm Emily what can I get started for you coffee black and the grilled chicken sandwich he said his voice smooth but clipped like he was used of being a bade coming right up she jotted it down and hurried off feeling his gaze linger a little too long 20 minutes later Emily returned with his meal balancing the plate and mug with practiced ease as she set them down she caught him staring at something in his hands a leather wallet flipped open to a faded photograph his expression softened almost pained curiosity tugged at

her and she stole a glance at the picture her heart stopped it was her mother not Grace as she was now frail and hollowed out by Illness but Grace from years ago vibrant and laughing her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders Emily's breath hitched she blinked sure she'd imagined it but the image stayed burned into her mind why did this stranger have a photo of her mom in his wallet she forced a smile setting the plate down a little too hard enjoy your meal she mumbled turning away before he could notice her shaking hands back

at the counter her mind raced who was he a friend a relative no Grace never mentioned anyone like this Emily's father had walked out when she was a baby she didn't even know his name could this man no that was impossible she shook her head trying to focus on pouring coffee for Joe but the questions nod at her when it was time to bring the bill Emily stealed herself she approached his table her heart pounding he was still there sipping his coffee the wallet now closed beside him she slid the check across the table here

you go um can I ask you something he looked up eyebrows lifting slightly of course she hesitated then blurted that picture in your wallet it's my mom how do you have it the man froze his coffee mug hovered midair and for a split second something raw flashed across his face shock guilt maybe fear what did you say his voice was low almost a whisper that woman in the photo she's my mom Grace Harper Emily's hands clenching the fist at her sides how do you know her he set the mug down slowly his piercing eyes locked

on hers you're sure Grace Harper is your mother yes she said her voice trembling but firm I'd know her anywhere he didn't respond instead he stood abruptly pulled a crisp $100 bill from his wallet far more than the meal cost and dropped it on the table keep the chain she muttered brushing past her toward the door wait Emily called but he was already gone the Bell jingling in his weight she stood there stunned the bill crumpled in her hand what just happened outside the man whose name was Daniel Carver slid into the back of a

sleek black SUV parked across the street his hands shook as he pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant Mark I need an address the waitress at dod's diner in Queens Emily Harper find her now on it sir came the clip reply Mark was efficient with int 10 minutes Daniel had a text with an address a rundown apartment building five blocks away he stared at it his mind spinning Grace Harper after all these years and a daughter his daughter the thought hit him like a freight train Daniel had built an Empire Carver Industries a techken

glomour wor billions but his pass was a locked box he rarely opened 23 years ago he' walked away from Grace a seamstress with dreams bigger than her paycheck he'd been young ambitious and terrified of commitment she'd begged him to stay but he'd chosen his career over her over them he didn't know she was pregnant she never told him now staring at the address guilt clawed at him he told the driver to go Emily's shift ended at 8:00 p.m. she trudged home to the chili Queen streets her mind repaying the encounter when she unlocked the door

to their tiny apartment The Familiar wees of Grace's oxygen tank greeted her mom I'm home she called kicking off her sneakers in here sweetie Grace rasped from the bedroom Emily peaked in offering a tired smile Grace lay propped up on pillows her once bright hair now thin and gray how was your day grace asked weird Emily admitted sitting on the edge of the bed she almost mentioned the man but stopped Grace didn't need the stress just a use usual chaos a sharp knock at the door interrupted them Emily frowned no one visited this late she

crossed the apartment and peered through the peephole her stomach dropped it was him the billionaire she opened the door crack what are you doing here how did you find me I need to see your mother he said his voice urgent but controlled please Emily's Instinct screamed to slam the door but something his eyes desperation Maybe made her pause why I'll explain just let me in against her better judgment she stepped aside he entered dwarfing the cramped living room with his presence who is it em Grace called Emily led him to the bedroom her pulse racing

when Grace saw him her eyes widened and the oxygen mask slipped from her face Daniel she whispered Grace he breathed stepping closer his composure cracked tears brimming in his eyes it's been too long Emily's jaw dropped Mom you know him Grace's gaze darted between them her frail hands trembling Emily this is this is your father the room spun Emily gripped the bed frame her voice barely audible what Daniel turned to her his face pale you're my daughter I didn't know Grace said quickly her voice breaking when you left I found out I was pregnant I

tried to tell you but you were gone building your Empire I couldn't reach you Daniel sank into a chair burying his face in his hands I didn't know Grace I swear I didn't know Emily's knees buckled she sat hard on the floor staring at the man who'd walked into her life an hour ago and turned it upside down you're my dad she choked out you left us for what money I was a fool Daniel said his voice raw I thought success was everything I ran from responsibility from love I kept that picture of your mom

because it was the one thing I couldn't let go of I never stopped regretting it silence stretch between them heavy and suffocating then Grace spoke soft but firm you found us now Daniel that's what matters he looked up tears streaking his face I'm so sorry to both of you I I've spent my life chasing the wrong things real happiness it's here with family let me make it right Emily's anger battled with the ache in her chest she wanted to hate him but the sincerity in his eyes chipped away at her walls how she whispered let

me take care of you he said both of you Grace will get you the best doctors Emily you won't have to work yourself to death anymore I've got a house in Upstate New York plenty of room come come with me Grace reached for Emily's hand what do you think sweetie Emily swallowed hard tears spilling over she thought of the diner the bills the exhaustion then she thought of her mom's smile the one she hadn't seen in years okay she said finally but this doesn't mean I forgive you not yet Daniel nodded a faint smile breaking

through that's fair I'll earn it Days Later Emily and Grace move into Daniel's sprawling estate the air was clean the rooms warm and for the first time Emily saw hope in her mother's eyes Daniel was true to his word top specialist arrived within a week and Grace's condition began to improve he didn't push Emily giving her space to process the Whirlwind of emotions one evening as snow dusted the estate's windows Daniel found Emily in the library flipping through an old photo album he kept pictures of him in grace young and in love she looked up

her voice quiet you really loved her didn't you more than anything he said and now you too she closed the album tears glistening I think I think I'm starting to believe that he pulled her into a hug tentative at first then tight I'm not go anywhere this time he promised and for the first time in years Emily felt like she had a family again