Page 4 of Off Limits Billionaire

I turned to my brother. “Give me your keys.”

Cam handed them to me with a questioning look in his eyes.

“I’m going to grab Lucky’s keys and play musical cars while you go upstairs to the office and prepare a budget for my next conquest.”

“You’re really going after that Godschalk?” he asked me as we headed toward the elevators.

We rode it to the top floor of a building that was a block away from the Liberty Bell. There were a few employees milling around the office. Adler Realty occupied the top two floors of the ten-story building.

We owned the entire block and kept this space because of its pristine views of Center City and the Schuylkill River. As soon as we stepped into the cubicle area, we saw Cam’s twin and my younger brother, Lucky, standing at the receptionist's desk, chatting with Geneva.

“Lucky!” Cam screeched with his face reddening from anger. “You’re in my spot, again! I’m going to have you towed!”

I brushed by Cameron and approached my brother Jacob with indifference. “Luck, just give me your keys. I swear you two belong in a playpen. My office, please, and get Julie on the line if she’s not in the building.”

I headed to my office while they bickered amongst themselves until they both took seats in front of my desk.

“Julie’s on line three, sir,” Geneva told us as she poked her head inside the room before leaving to return to her desk.

Jacob, who we all affectionately call Lucky, turned and watched Geneva walk back to her desk. I threw a pen at him to get his attention off my receptionist.

“Focus!”

Cam huffed and folded his arms across his chest as he glanced beyond me to stare outside. The entire wall behind my desk was floor to ceiling windows with a spectacular view of the city. As the family and company’s lead attorney, there never seemed to be an end to the amount of paper and books that found their way onto my desk or stored on the shelves or in filing cabinets that lined the other two walls of my office. Spinning around in my chair, I followed Cam’s gaze and peered out at the city and wondered if Anabella was truly taking my offer into consideration.

I hit the button on my office phone and our sister’s voice boomed into the room over the speaker. “What’s up losers?! What do you want? I got a showing in like ten minutes.”

“Mom and Dad’s 40th anniversary is in six months.”

“Yeah, and?” Julie answered abruptly. She was always impatient whenever she showed a property. However, as our most successful broker, I understood and didn’t want to keep her any longer than necessary.

“I found a Godschalk that I’d like to gift to them from us. I’m heading out to the auction in a few days. It needs some work, but I expect you guys to kick in if you’re not going to get something on your own.”

Julie groaned. “You always get something sentimental and super fucking expensive! How much?!”

“I don’t know yet, I have to win it at the auction. I have a horologist in mind and their fee is reasonable. Off the top of my head, I’ll take eight from each of you.”

“Ha!” Julie scoffed over the phone and hung up.

Lucky looked at me and then at Cam before digging in his pockets and pulling out two middle fingers to flip me off.

“In your dreams am I coughing up eight grand.” He laughed, pushed himself out of the chair, and headed out of the office to undoubtedly flirt with Geneva.

Cam sat there with his brows wrinkled in the center. “I’ll kick in for me and Lucky. I’ll do half for Brett.”

“No.” I shook my head. “It will be a gift from me, you, and Brett. Brett’s likely to stay in LA until the anniversary party. He’s got that internship with my buddy’s firm, and we agreed to let him focus on passing his bar. I’ll give him a call after securing the clock and if he wants in, we’ll just sign his name to the card. Lucky and Julie can spend their money on whatever they want, if they even remember to get anything at all. It’s fine. I’ll cover the rest.”

“Okay, so what do you need from me?”

“I need you to draft the budget and payment schedule for the contract between me and the horologist.”

“Which one did you go with?”

I wanted to tell him, but I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. “I’m still narrowing down my options, but I’ll know for certain by tomorrow.”

I pulled out my phone to swipe through a few screens and emails.

“I’m sending you my potential itinerary and a tentative scope of the work, but it won’t be finalized until we get the clock back here.”

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