His Christmas Gift.

What can I get for a billionaire?

Anna wrecked her brain for something she could come up with. She had no job that would help her with cash, not even a relative, or friend. Should I sell one of these gifts he gave me? No, no, that's not right. Then she took out her phone, and browsed, explaining her dilemma meticulously. There were so many options to choose from, but they were not good enough.

She wasn't good at crafting, worse, painting. She didn't possess some magical heirloom- was it family heirloom they called it? Well, what's the difference? She kept scrolling through google chrome, sighing dejectedly. She couldn't give up. and act like it wasn't important, even though she knew he would say that. Her eyes landed on an option- cooking a special meal.