Page 9 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Of course it is," she says. "But consider this—when was the last time you were truly excited about your work? When was the last time you felt like you were making a difference?"

I can't answer her. It's been a while since I felt that way. I've been so caught up in the business side of things that I've lost sight of why I got into this industry in the first place, and it's truly turned into nothing more than a paycheck. I would love to take more risks, but I'm constantly getting distracted, and every so often, my chaos-loving brother shows up to throw a wrench into everything, asking for money.

"I've got a lot to pay for," I say. "Bills. Shitty relatives."

"Adam still causing trouble these days?" Delia huffs. "I figured he'd grow out of it."

"What can I say?" I shrug. "Some people never change."

"But it seems like you need one," she says. "And I don't just mean in your career. Take a chance, Quinn. You deserve to be happy."

I stare at her for a few moments, mulling over what she's said. It's true that I'm not happy with where I'm at—but can I really just drop everything and start a new venture?

"What about funding?" I ask her. "We'll need a lot of funds to get this off the ground. And I'm not sure if you've seen my office, but I'm not exactly raking the big money in now. I could use what I have, but I don’t think..."

" I've got investors lined up," she interrupts me. "But I needyourname attached to this. Remember, these investors wantyou. You're the business guru, Quinn. My insider in the city. Without you, this won't work."

I sit down again, staring at the list she's given me. It's a daunting task, but the more I think about the project, the more excited I become. This could be it—the thing I've been missing. The opportunity to create something from nothing, to work with someone I know and trust, to make a difference in the community.

"Have you already got a space picked out?" I ask.

Her lips curve in a smile like she's just caught me in a trap. "I knew you would say yes."

"It's a soft yes," I mutter, raising my hands like I can fend her off. "Tell me more, though. If we need to find a space, that's a whole other project."

"We need to find a space," she confirms. "I haven't done any scouting—honestly, I haven't even been in New York in years, until today. But I have faith that you can handle it."

"Just putting a whole new job on my plate, huh?"

"There was a time when you loved nothing more than exploring old warehouses to try and find space for guerilla art," she says, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you really going to prove to me how old you are?"

I roll my eyes. "Fine, fine...you're right. I do like looking around for space."

"So, you'll do it?" she says, extending her hand.

I glance at it, then heave a sigh and grip her hand. "Yes, I'll do it."

With a smile, Delia stands up from the armchair. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Quinn. Let's get to work."

As she heads towards the door, I can't help but feel a sudden burst of energy. This is it. It is a chance to make something truly remarkable with someone I trust. I can't wait to get started.

But as I sit there, looking at the list of requirements for the new theatre, I realize that finding the right space is going to be difficult. We need something big, something that can accommodate Delia's vision.

And most importantly, we need something affordable.

I start to make a mental list of all the places I know in the city that could work. Old warehouses, unused buildings, and even abandoned churches. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's finding the right space for the right project. And if Delia believes we can make this work, then I do, too.

I stand up to go to my desk, and my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and glance at the screen, and I find a text from Madison.

No dice. I think they're just looking for another coffee delivery girl.

I frown.Assholes.

Damn right, she writes back.

I put my phone on my desk and sit down, then start to browse through listings. There are plenty of places for purchase—some at absurdly low prices. They would all need a ton of work, though, and I'll have to call in some favors. I'll need a good contractor, probably someone from the White Oak, and an architect—

Wait a second.

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