Page 3 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

“I’m not asking for a résumé,” I say, cutting her off, my tone brisk. “I already have it.”

She flinches slightly at the sharpness, and I soften my voice.

“It’s an emergency, Miss Fox. Robbie is five. He’s quiet, well-behaved. You’d just need to keep an eye on him for a few hours until I get back.”

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tightly. “I don’t know... I’m not sure I’m the right person for this.”

I exhale, frustration tightening my chest. “Look, I wouldn’t ask if I had another option. I’ll pay you double what you make in a week.”

Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the wheels turning in her head.

“What? Double?”

“Yes. Cash.”

She hesitates, glancing toward the door like she’s debating making a run for it.

“Triple,” I say, crossing my arms.

Her gaze snaps back to mine, and I know I’ve got her attention now. “Triple?”

“Take it or leave it. But if you leave it, I’m out of options.”

She bites her bottom lip, the gesture doing something to me that I don’t have time to analyze, and shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

Finally, she says, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Relief washes over me, though I keep my expression neutral. “Good. You’ll have the address by the time you get to the parking lot.”

Annie nods, still looking slightly dazed.

On that note, I turn and head toward the exit.

“Wait,” she calls out. “What time shouldI be there?”

“Now,” I say over my shoulder, not stopping or sparing her a glance.

I step outside into the crisp evening air and stride over to the waiting limo, my mind already racing with the list of tasks waiting for me at the gala.

One problem solved. For now.

Chapter Two

Annie

The GPS announces my arrival with a crisp, robotic voice. I glance up at the towering gates in front of me, the wrought iron intricate and imposing.

Beyond them, Cole Wagner’s mansion looms like something out of a movie, all clean lines and glass, illuminated by soft exterior lighting that makes the property feel even larger than it is.

I pull my ancient car to a stop just outside the gates, feeling like an imposter in this neighborhood. The homes here are massive, with sprawling lawns and high fences, a world away from the tiny apartment with patchy drywall that I share with a roommate.

Taking a deep breath, I punch in the access code Mr. Wagner texted me. The gates slide open with a soft hum, and I drive up the long, winding driveway. The path is flanked by perfectly manicured hedges and tall, swaying palm trees, the kind of detail that screams wealth without even trying.

By the time I round a bend and see the house, my jaw is on the floor.

But if the grounds are impressive, they’re nothing compared to the house itself. Or should I say mansion?

The mansionis grand and elegant, blending modern with traditional warmth. It’s not easy to see all the details in the darkening night, but the lights surrounding the property give me the impression of soft gray stone and huge arched windows that dominate the walls.

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