“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

The next morning, Milo knocked on my door at seven with a stuffed rabbit tucked under one arm.

“Are you still here?” he asked.

I opened the door wider. “Looks like it.”

His face relaxed. “I thought maybe you were a dream.”

“Do your dreams usually wear sweatpants and have morning breath?”

He considered this seriously. “No.”

“Then I’m real.”

That made him smile,continue reading …