Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

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the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for

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moment feel bigger. And the coffee would have to be Verdanian, of course. A mountain blend, sweet enough to skip sugar, with just enough acidity to wake you completely. Why that question?] [Because anyone can find your age or job by looking you up. But the way you connect music, weather, and flavor says

but can you review these reports before tomorrow?" she asked, holding a thick folder. "The Franconian investors want a detailed analysis of the Verdanian market before the next

Wanderer wrote, something deliberate and careful. "You're glowing today," Gwen said, peeking at me over her monitor. "Something happen?" "Maybe," I said with a smile, flipping through the reports. "Remember Wanderer?" 1/3 "The mystery guy from the app? What did he do now?" "We started a game. Ten questions each to see if we're compatible." "Interesting. And what kind of question did he ask?" "Music and coffee. Specifically which song represents a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy morning." Gwen frowned. "That's... specific. And weird."

to mysterious internet men." I spent the next hour trying to focus on numbers and charts, but my mind kept drifting back to the conversation. What should I

out, then waited. After fifteen minutes with no reply, I put the phone away. Maybe he was busy, or maybe it was better this way. A little space, some anticipation. "Still here?" Gwen asked, appearing at the door with her coat in her arms. "Finishing the reports for the Franconian team. You heading out?" "Finally. I've got a mountain of laundry waiting at

glamorous Monday night plans." "At least it's relaxing." "And you? Staying late to wait for a reply from your mysterious man?" "I'm not waiting for anything," I lied. "I'm just wrapping this up before I go home." "Right. Just remember that normal people don't take hours to text back. If he's leaving you hanging on purpose, that's a red flag." "Maybe he's working, Gwen. Not everyone is glued to their phone." "Maybe. Just... be careful, okay?" When Gwen left, the office fell silent. It was