Page 2 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

“What do you think about the relaunch?” I asked, gesturing toward the projector that still displayed my new idea.

“I think you need to keep doing what you’re doing,” Mark said. “It’s obviously working.”

I nodded, taking note. Mark was my best friend. He would tell me honestly if he thought my plans were going to fail, even if he funded them. We were as close as brothers and not scared to offend each other. I would do anything for the guy, and the feeling was mutual.

“I was wondering,” Mark said. “Do you have an open position in the company?”

I frowned. “For what? Are you thinking about getting a day job?”

Mark had retired early. He had made his millions through prediction software he had created in college. For a class project, he had created a system that could predict anything from sports outcomes to the weather. When he’d realized he was sitting on a goldmine, he hadn’t submitted it so it became property of the University. Instead, he had pulled an all-nighter and submitted a project that had been sub-par. He scraped through the class by the skin of his teeth and sold his initial software to Microsoft.

Mark laughed. “No thanks. I’m happy living out my days at home with Nina now that the kids are all grown up.”

I nodded. Mark had two children, Mark Jr. or just Junior, and Danielle. They were twenty-six and twenty-four respectively. I didn’t know Junior very well, but Danielle had babysat my own son since my wife died. Mark and his family had been in my house many times, being there for me in the hard times, being the type of friends you didn’t find just anywhere.

“Why do you ask?” I asked.

Mark took his feet off my table. “Danielle graduated last month, and I want her to work. I don’t want her lying around the house being lazy when I paid good money for a degree. It will be good for her to be a part of something bigger.”

I nodded. I could appreciate that. I liked Danielle. She had a solid head on her shoulders, and she thought about life like an adult, not a student that wanted to drink away her time.

“As a matter of fact, I’m looking for a new secretary,” I said. “What did she study?”

“She’s got a degree in Communications as a matter of fact.”

I nodded again. “I think that will work. I’m happy to give her a shot.”

Mark stood up and held his hand out to me. We shook on it.

“Tell her to send me her resume. It’s a formality for my records. I won’t bother with the interviewing process. I know her.”

“I’ll do that,” Mark said. “Thanks, Hot Rod.”

I laughed. Mark had called me Hot Rod since college. The nickname was out of place in the business world.

“I’ll see you around,” I said to Mark before he left the boardroom.

I walked back to my office and sat down behind my desk. I flipped through the pages in front of me, making sure I had covered everything I needed to do today. I had been getting by without a secretary for the simple reason that I’d been too busy to get a new one. The last one had quit after she decided she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom instead. It would be good to have someone take care of the paperwork and phone calls while I saw to what was important.

I received Danielle’s CV in my inbox an hour later. Either she was eager to get working, or Mark was pushing her. Either way, it was impressive when I looked through it.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number that was listed under her contact details, the same number I had dialed for a babysitter since Tommy was four months old.

“Rodney, hi,” Danielle said when she answered, recognizing my number. “It’s good to hear from you.” Her voice was a little husky, sexy, the kind of voice you wanted to wake up to in the morning. I knew I wasn’t supposed to think about her that way, but I couldn’t help it. I had good taste.

“I spoke to your dad today,” I said. “He mentioned you were looking for a job.”

She laughed. “It’s more like he’s looking for a job for me, but yes, he wants me busy. I guess I get where he’s coming from.”

I smiled when she laughed. It was a beautiful sound.

“Right. Well, I have an opening if you’re interested. It’s for my personal assistant. The work is fairly simple, but it’s a full-time position, and I’ll pay you well.”

“I know you pay well,” Danielle said warmly. She’d never asked for money when she watched Tommy for me, but I always insisted on paying her for her time.

“How soon can you start?” I asked.

“As soon as possible, I guess,” she said. “I’m not doing anything, which is what irritates my dad so much. When do you want me?”

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