Contract With The Ruthless Billionaire
At this point, keeping a rich kid alive seemed a lot less stressful than dealing with corporate sharks.
"The client is extremely particular, Miss Brooks," the agency director, Mrs. Gable, had warned me this morning. "The pay is triple our standard rate, but there is a high turnover. No one lasts more than a week."
"I can handle particular," I told her, squeezing my hands together under the table to hide their shaking.
That was how I found myself standing in front of the iron gates of the Cross Estate.
My heart did a violent tap-dance against my ribs. Cross. As in Killian Cross. The enigmatic, terrifying billionaire who ran Cross Industries—the very man Tristan and Sienna were desperate to im