THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED NANNY

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nto the edge of the desk made of polished mahogany, pushing my free hand's fingers on my nose bridge. The room's board

later, gentlemen," I stated i

, and the designer of Manhattan's most upscale buildings. Embarrassment accentuated by the sound of youngsters sobbing as if the world were ending was not how meetings with

of pastries had been flipped over the executive lounge's cream silk carpeting by my four-year-old twins, Maya and Lila. While the girls clung at each oth

tter, who stood hopelessly close by, holding onto her handba

yes wide, "Mr. Blac

ng her. Kindly take the remainder of

ran away. In order to soothe the sharp edges

m tone as I said, "Girls.

and used her chocolate-smeared fingers to wipe her tear-stained face.

equally impassioned, continued, "I jus

an empire from nothing. Nevertheless, I found myself unable to address my girls' basic needs and miscommuni

. I was about to summon the cleaning crew wh

hat a bakery

n boots, slightly worn, and sundress, speckled with forget-me-nots, gave her a casual, friendly vibe. She ha

he poise that had made me renowned on Wall Stree

ng, "Call me Zoe," she crouched down to my girls' eye level. "Maya

was shaking with anticipation as sh

experiences coincides with my work as a preschool teacher. O

as the transition. Zoe was doing in a matter of seconds what I had been unable to complete during the day.

llowing, watching in silence. Her presence was a comforting salve in a life that I had struggled to maintain after the divorce, one that was excruciati

e

arrying a bag of crafts and the understanding that children needed someone who had more than their parents' wealth. Marcus Blackwell, though? He w

t side of him as I saw him go down on his kn

muttered, "I'll need two brave princesses to help me find the ma

y with a look of incredulity and something I couldn't q

an used to dominance still evident in his voice. "I am aware th

needed assistance quickly. Th

ve an unfamiliar riddle. He said, "The

My head cocked. Mr. Blackwell, ho

in his own flesh, and I could see it. He was used to being in charge, in charge of all the quest

nce I was asked that,

s speech. "All right, adjust to it. My presence in your life, even fo

but he remained silent. Rather, he nodded and sto

ere rigid as he turned to go. However, for a fraction of a second,

, gleefully waving the sponge. She

. Let's get working, Princess

ocolate as they smiled. I had an innate sense that entering Marcus Blackwel