Page 184 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

But I know it is.

Did I make the right choice?

The question echoes in the quiet.

Investors will definitely panic. My reputation will be… redefined, to put it mildly.

But then I think of Mia. Her trusting green eyes. Sabrina’s hesitant smile.

And the answer is clear. Undeniable.

Yes. Yes, I did.

This time, I chose the landing.

This is it.

The real fucking leap.

Because I love them. Sabrina. Mia.

Now I just have to figure out how to tell her.

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Sabrina

Okay, Sabrina. Showtime.

I’m a professional.

I manage crises.

I spin narratives.

I can handle this.

Liar.

You’re currently running on three hours of sleep and lukewarm coffee.

Here I am, Madison Square Garden, of all places. Not exactly my usual PR stomping grounds. I’m more accustomed to sterile boardrooms and hushed investor calls.

But Leo Maxwell, father of my child and current emperor of my emotional chaos, doesn’t do anything by halves. If he’s going to announce his ‘triumphant return’ to the world of competitive wingsuiting he’s going to do it with a goddamn rock concert level of fanfare.

And he wants me hear for it. Like I’m supposed to be pleased that this is the same sport that nearlyturned him into a very expensive smear on a French mountainside.

The room is buzzing. Media from every major outlet, sports bloggers I’ve been carefully cultivating (and occasionally fending off) for weeks, even a few financial journalists looking for an angle on how Maxwell & Briggs’ daredevil co-founder plans to juggle billion-dollar exits with, you know, not dying.

Spoiler alert: he doesn’t. He’s just going to keep risking it all.

Because that’s who he is.

But hey, I’m just the PR girl putting a positive spin on it, so what do I know, right?

Mia’s back at the apartment, being looked after by Mom. Thank god. Because I’m not sure I can afford a babysitter. Not anymore. Considering Taylor Strategic Communication is about to lose it’s star client.

That’s right. I’ve made the decision to step away from Maxwell & Briggs. I plan to tell Leo after this very press event. That generous retainer Leo wired is only going to last so long... besides, I need to budget for those ten Black Forest cakes to get me through the aftermath.

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