Page 59 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looks at me, and for a moment, it seems like he’s about to say something. But then he hesitates, and his expression goes back to being inscrutable.

“I just think that you’re the best person for the job,” he says finally.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I understand that, but why now? Why not before?”

He shrugs. “Timing is everything, Leah. And right now, it just feels right.”

I nod slowly, still unsure about this.

“There is one caveat,” he says.

I feel my eyes narrow. “Of course there is.”

His lips purse. “It’s only practical. If you’re going to lead GourmetGlobal again, you’ll need to do it from here. Olympus City. This office.”

I want to argue, but he’s right. I can’t manage something this big from a plane ride away.

Should I turn this new offer down?

No. That doesn’t feel right. If I walked away from GourmetGlobal now, I would always wonder what could have been.

Which means I only have one choice: to stay in Olympus City.

“Okay.” I nod. “Sure. I understand.”

“I know it throws a wrench in your plans…”

I shake my head. “It’s fine.”

My grandparents will be disappointed, but they’ll understand. And they can come visit the triplets whenever they like.

But is Jack really giving up control of GourmetGlobal because he finally believes I can handle the company? I’m not buying it. I was just as capable before as I am now.

“What’s this really about?” I cross my arms.

He chuckles. “What do you mean?”

As he chuckles, I can feel the frustration beginning to build up inside me. “Don’t play dumb, Jack. You’ve been giving me breadcrumbs for months, and now suddenly you want me to lead GourmetGlobal again? Something doesn’t add up.”

He won’t look at me. “If this new role is too much to handle—”

“I never said that.” I sit back down. I’m still frustrated, but I won’t push.

When it comes down to it, I don’t really care why he’s handing over control. It only matters that he keeps his end of the bargain.

“I look forward to the new contract,” I crisply say.

Jack nods. “It’ll be on your desk by the end of the week.”

He hesitates at the doorway, but then, before I can ask if there’s something else, he’s gone.

My alarm goes off on my phone, making me jump. That’s my reminder to take lunch. Sometimes, if I don’t set an alarm, I work straight through.

Still reeling from this new turn of events, I collect my purse and head for the elevator. Taylor and I are getting salads at a place a few blocks away, with plans to meet in the ground-floor lobby.

I find her sitting on a leather couch, writing on her phone, her eyebrows knit with concentration.

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