Nanny for the Billionaire
Her calm, no-bullshit tone bolstered my resolve.
I leaned forward, the leather squeaking under my shifting weight. “This is Noah Hayes,” I answered, cutting off Joe’s reply, my voice surprisingly emotionless—the very opposite of the overwhelming forces ripping through my chest. “It’s my son, Chris, and my, umm…my son’s nanny, Madison Carter, that’s been kidnapped. I received a message at eight o’clock this morning, followed by proof-of-life pictures.” The recollection of those images sent bile up my throat once more. “They demanded I bring a million dollars to an address not too far from here, at nine, for their release.”
“Only a million?” Joe blurted out, his eyes outraged. “You told me to
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