Page 70 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Well, we did get a reprieve,” Sam said. “For a time.”

I stepped over to the pictures once more where they lay on Sam’s desk.

“But these aren’t random shots of us just anywhere. They are private moments taken where no paparazzi should’ve been or even known we were there to snap them.”

Sam and Sean regarded one another with the same look of concern, and it was clear they knew precisely what I was talking about. We had a traitor in our midst.

“Who?” Sean asked. “Who would stab us in the back and take pictures like this?”

“They might not have been the one taking the pictures,” Sam added. “Maybe they’ve got someone who they clue in when anything’s going on.”

I paced back and forth slowly, trying to get an idea or two of who it could be. “I has to be a member of the staff. They’re the only ones other than us and Gen who know what’s happening on a day-to-day basis in the house. If they’d known the exact moment when Amy arrived, they could’ve either snapped pictures from a distance or told their cohort when and where to be.”

The idea of someone inside the house betraying us was enough to take my rage to another level. I did my best to push it aside, to ignore how badly I wanted to put my goddamn fist through the wall.

It wasn’t me I was worried about—it was Gen. Despite her skipping out on us, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset with her. The last thing she needed was all of her dirty laundry out in the open the way it was.

Sam raised his palm. “Let’s take this one matter at a time. No need to get overwhelmed trying to sort out multiple problems at once.”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “What’s first?”

“Gen,” Sam said. “Let’s figure out what we want to do about her.” He took a moment to look away and think. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not pissed off. If anything, I’m willing to cut her a ton of slack, in spite of her leaving in the middle of the damn night.”

Sean and I shared a look. We were in total agreement.

“Yeah,” I said. “She got wrapped up in everything that was going on, then panicked when things got crazy.”

Sean took in a deep breath and let it out. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s an adult and can make her own decisions. But what she’d found herself in the middle of—a goddamn four-way relationship with her bosses—I get why she freaked out.”

Sam let out a wry snort. “A four-way relationship with her best friend’s dad and uncles. Really, I’m surprised she didn’t freak out sooner.”

“Right,” I said. “And I have to admit… I’m kind of hoping she changes her mind and comes back here.”

Sam nodded. “Same here. But we can’t count on that happening. In the meantime, we need to let her know that there aren’t any hard feelings and that we’ve got her back with all this tabloid bullshit. I know we’d been planning on paying her a lump sum at the end, so I’m thinking we give her that, plus a small bonus for her hard work.”

Sean spoke. “I agree. She’ll see that and know we’re not mad at her. Might smooth things over a little.”

“Then it’s settled,” I said. “If she’s in the air now, let’s get her the money ASAP so it’ll be there when she lands. That way she’ll have one less thing to worry about.”

“Bet you anything she flew to New York,” Sean added. “She’s going to need all the cash she can get if she’s going to start off there with her feet on the ground.”

Sam slid into his desk chair and began typing. He turned back to us after a few clicks of the mouse. “Just emailed my accountant. It’s still daytime in the states, so he should be able to get right on it as soon as he sees the email.”

Sean dusted his hands. “Done and done. Now there’s the little matter of figuring out who’s the damn turncoat in our household.”

Before either of us could say another word, a soft knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” Sam called out.

The door opened slowly. On the other side was Mathilde, Bobby in her arms, the boy’s head on her shoulder.

The sight of the kid hurt like hell. Bobby had woken up that morning excited to see Gen. At first, he didn’t seem to understand that she was gone, looking all over the house for where she might be. Slowly, it dawned on him that she’d left.

He hadn’t taken it well at all. Bobby had been damn near inconsolable all day, refusing to touch his food or be alone. Gen had made it clear in her note that she felt terrible about leaving him, and I believed her. The two were crazy about each other, and her leaving the way she did only made it clearer that she’d felt she had no other option.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything.” Mathilde stepped into the room as she spoke. “But he is not sleeping a wink. I believe he is still upset from… well, I do not want to even say her name, for fear of making him feel even worse.”

I went over to her, extending my arms. “Come here, buddy,” I said, taking the little guy out of Mathilde’s hold and giving him a squeeze. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his face still red from the last cry he’d had about Gen.

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