“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.”

“You should be more careful,” he said.

“You should stop looking like I’ve been mortally wounded every time I touch a hot pan.”

“I dislike preventable pain.”

“Then you must dislike your entire lifestyle.”

His eyes lifted to mine.

The room changed.

Milo was humming at the counter, arranging continue reading …