“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.”

It sounded like a blessing. It felt like a threat.

That evening, Julian found me in the kitchen, teaching Milo how to crack eggs without sending shells into the bowl. He stood in the doorway, watching as Milo laughed so hard at his own failures that flour dusted his hair like snow.

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