The Billionaire Affair (In Too Deep)

A degree in business from Harvard, being both smart and savvy, and having impeccable taste in friends had earned him a position as one of my father’s top advisers at the ripe old age of thirty. The guy worked his way up from the bottom with Jack at lightning speed.

He also happened to be half the reason either Jack or I made our way through school at all. If there was one place to start building a team, it was with Neil.

“What’s up?” he asked, picking up his office phone on the first ring despite it being long past closing time.

I gave him a quick update, causing him to blow out a long, low whistle when I was done. “That’s big, Jer. Congrats.”

“First things first. I need a new secretary.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Want me to make a few calls to the agencies we usually use?”

“Yes, let’s start interviewing on Monday.”

“You got it.”

“Just make sure she’s unattractive and married, please. Something to help me not get my dick in another trap.”

Neil laughed. He knew all about Jannie. “You, my friend, lead with your dick. You’ll always end up screaming uncle.”

“At least I make sure they always scream my name in the end,” I deadpanned, then got serious again. “Monday, bud. I need to get this ball rolling. Just choose the one with the smallest rack and the biggest ring.”