“Let’s Prove Them Wrong” Clare Morgan sat alone in the corner booth of a warm, sunlit café, her fingers curled around a coffee cup that had turned cold a long time ago. The place smelled of cinnamon rolls and freshly brewed espresso, and soft chatter filled the air like background music. Outside the window, orange and red autumn leaves danced across the cobblestone street like tiny ballerinas doing their final performance before winter. But inside, Clare wasn’t enjoying any of it. Her heart thumped with quiet dread. Another blind date.Her

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The Janitor Who Healed the Billionaire’s Daughters The executive daycare on the 28th floor was supposed to be the safest, most luxurious childcare center in the city — the kind of place where powerful parents could drop off their kids, sign a few papers, and rush off to run their companies. But today, instead of laughter or music, the sound echoing through the glass doors was pure anger. “Girls, I’m done! You hear me? I’m done!” The shout bounced off the shiny white walls. Thomas Fischer stopped pushing his mop.