Page 11 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

“Come in,” Mr. Wagner’s voice calls from inside.

Virginia opens the door and steps aside, motioning for me to enter.

I take a deep breath and step into the office.

It’s massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The furnishings are sleek and modern, all clean lines and neutral tones. Behind the enormous desk sits Cole Wagner, his green eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him.

“Have a seat,” he says without looking up.

I hesitate for a moment before crossing the room and sitting in one of the chairs opposite his desk. The leather is cold against the back of my legs, and I grip my notepad tightly, unsure of what to expect.

Thesilence stretches as he continues typing, his fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. Just as I’m about to speak, he leans back in his chair and looks at me, his expression unreadable.

“According to your file,” he begins, “your current salary is the minimum we offer at this company.”

I blink, caught completely off guard. “Oh, um, yes. I just started a couple of months ago, so I figured that was normal. I was planning to discuss it soon—”

He holds up a hand, cutting me off. “That’s not why I called you in.”

I frown, unsure of where this is going.

“It seems my son has taken a liking to you,” he says, his tone brisk.

I relax slightly and smile. “I like him, too. He’s a really sweet—”

“He needs a nanny,” Cole interrupts, his gaze steady.

The words take a moment to sink in. “Oh,” I say, caught off guard. “I’m not sure what—”

“I want to hire you as Robbie’s nanny,” Cole says, his voice direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

“You want to hire me as a nanny?” I ask. Even though I’m trying to maintain my composure, I just can’t help it. Before Friday night, I had never even babysat. I have no younger siblingsor cousins or neighbors with kids.

Now he wants me to be a nanny? When would I even have time for that?

“I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Wagner,” I say, unsure how to turn him down without getting my boss angry. “I just don’t think I can.”

“Why?” he says.

“Well, I already have a job here, plus a part-time one. I just don’t have the time.”

He leans back in his chair and looks at me.

“You’re fired,” he says simply.

My world comes crashing down.

“What?” The word escapes me in a shocked whisper and I feel my eyes fill with tears.

“You’re fired,” he repeats, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I stand abruptly, my notepad falling to the floor. “You’re firing me? For what? Because I said I don’t have time to babysit your kid? You can’t just fire someone because—”

“Annie,” he says, holding up a hand.

The calm, authoritative tone, plus the hand, only makes me angrier.

My heart pounds as I stand there, staring at him in utter disbelief. The words are bubbling up faster than I can controlthem, and I know I need to stop, need to calm down, but the shock and frustration are too much.

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