Page 5 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Nanny

"It's alright, Anna," I assured her. It wasn't really, though. Emilia could have gotten hurt. She was the only remaining link I had to my late sister, and as the heir to the Wulfthorn empire, she had to be protected. Still, Reeve's predicament echoed in the back of my mind. As much as this current situation was chaos, it would be even more of a mess if Anna quit on me. "No harm done. The child is safe. Why don't you take an early lunch break."

She started to protest.

Holding up a hand, I interrupted her. "I insist on it. Emilia and I have a lot to catch up on. There are important matters of tea parties with Mr. Snuffles to discuss."

My niece let out a playful giggle.

"Send an order down to the kitchen for Emilia's lunch to be delivered to my office."

"Yes, sir. The usual, sir?"

I nodded. Though we had lived together for less than a month, Emilia was like me, a Wulfthorn through and through. We knew what we liked, and exactly how we liked it. The only difference was, I didn't throw a tantrum before every meal.

"Want anything, Reeve?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I'm not hungry. Thank you, Anna."

Anna exited the room, closing the door behind her.

"Did you have a good nap?" I asked Emilia.

She wrinkled her nose and squirmed. I bent down and let her slip out of my arms.

"No. Anna smells like stinky medicine. I don't like it here." She stuck out her little lip and pouted before she stomped over to my desk. Climbing onto my chair, she dragged Mr. Snuffles onto my desk and began to rearrange the rocks in my Zen garden.

I sighed. In the short time since my sister's death and discovering that I was now Emilia's only living family member, I still did not have anybody who I trusted to watch my niece while I was at the office.

Reeve chuckled. "She has a point. This has to be the most expensive daycare in Huntington Harbor. The office is no place for a kid. There's nothing for her to do and nobody around to play with her except for us old farts. Not to mention, you have to figure out the acquisition. How are you going to poach Fisher ahead of Unibrod and babysit at the same time?"

"I'll figure something out," I grumbled. He was right. As much as I loved Emilia, this was the last thing I needed at the moment. The current situation was untenable. I could concentrate on work, or on family, but not both at the same time.

At that moment, the phone outside my office rang. Normally, I would have let the call go to voicemail until Anna came back to deal with it, but something inside of me pushed me to go out and answer it.

I picked up the phone. "Blake Wulfthorn."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wulfthorn, this is Gladys at Discreet Talent Connections. I am happy to inform you that we have found a nanny who meets all the criteria you provided."

I grunted. "Did you do a full background check on her?"

"Certainly. Her name is Lacey Conway, twenty-three years old. She passed with flying colors, not so much as a parking ticket. Graduated summa cum laude and has experience babysitting young children, as well as glowing recommendations from her previous employers."

"Send her over to my office ASAP today. I want her to start immediately."

"I will make arrangements right away. If there are any further concerns, please feel free to contact the agency."

Once I ended the call, I sent a request to my security team to run a background check on her. Not that I didn't trust the employment agency, but there was no such thing as being too careful when it came to my family.

Surprise and shock made me freeze when I opened the door to my office. Reeve was on all fours, with two pieces of tissue paper taped to his forehead. The tissue was twisted so it stood upright out of his head. Emilia sat on his back, her little hands clutching at the nape of his shirt.

"Faster, bunny! We have to make it to the other side before the wolf gets us."

I closed the door behind me and crossed my arms. "What is going on here?"

Emilia laughed. "Uncle Reeve is a giant bunny!"

Gently, I lifted her off his back. "I can see that. You're looking particularly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Reeve. It's a good look on you."

Reeve rose to his feet and flexed his neck and back. He waited until Emilia ran across the room to the window. Once she was distracted, he held up his middle finger and made an obscene motion at me.

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