Page 2 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

But when did she get in the elevator? Was she here when I walked into it?

“Good morning,” I slowly say.

She gives me a funny look. “You okay?”

I shake off my thoughts and force a smile. “Yeah, just a little distracted this morning.”

Taylor nods, not completely convinced. “Well, we have that meeting with the investors in an hour, so try to focus.”

Right, the meeting. I take a deep breath and straighten my posture. I can’t get distracted.

Not when my app needs all the help it can get.

Even though we started off strong at GourmetGlobal, a few years ago I had to sell off some shares of the company. Things haven’t been great since then.

I’m not about to give up, though. Startups go through ups and downs, and I’m in this for the long haul.

The elevator stops on our floor, and Taylor and I get off.

“So,” I say as we walk down the hallway to the few rooms that house our offices. “How was your weekend? What did you do?”

She grins. “I went to Juice Spot. It was amazing.”

“Oh, there’s a new juice bar? Is it near here?”

She laughs. “It’s a club. It opened on Friday.”

My face warms. Obviously, I’m not with it at all. Taylor and I are the same age and we’ve known each other since college, but we live opposite lives outside of work.

She’s always posting pics of her doing amazing things like extreme sports and hanging out with pro athletes at parties.

Meanwhile, I can be found on Saturday nights either working on my laptop at the corner coffee shop or doing something like reorganizing my closet.

At GourmetGlobal’s front desk, I stop at the sight of a vase of red roses. “Who are those for?”

Apparently, someone in our office has a secret admirer. I gently touch one of the petals, trying not to be jealous.

“They’re for you,” Lake, our receptionist, says, handing me the card. “From the CEO of Leadsom.”

Taylor’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. “You’re dating Jack Leadsom?”

I bark out a laugh and throw the card into the trash without reading it. “No. He’s been trying to acquire GourmetGlobal for months. The answer is no, though.”

Taylor follows me into the open space where all of our desks are, and we wave at the rest of our twelve-person team as we pass them by.

“Really?” she asks. “That kind of money…”

I put my purse on my desk. “It’s not about the money, Taylor.”

She’s quiet, and I can almost hear her thoughts.If it’s not about the money, then what is it about?

It’s about my dream. My vision for GourmetGlobal. It’s about building something that people can use to make their lives better. It’s about creating a legacy that will outlast me.

Right now, the app is completely in my control. It connects users with local and worldwide gourmet food distributors and restaurants, and I’ve worked hard to make sure the whole thing has a personal touch.

If I were to turn it over to someone else, everything could change.

And I know that’s some people’s dreams: to sell their startup and then move on to something else, but that’s just not it for me. This project is my baby. I’m not going to hand it over to some stranger.

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