Page 16 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

"Then what's wrong?"

"I saw him today."

I paused, not sure what she was talking about. "Saw who?"

"Ozy."

I went still. "What?"

There's no way in hell that I'd just heard her say that man's name.

"I saw Ozy," she repeated.

I looked back at the closed door behind me before lowering my voice.

"What the fuck do you mean you saw Ozy? As in Love? As in your baby daddy, Noree?"

"Yes, and... remember I told you about my interview? Well, it was with him."

"What was with him?"

"The job... he's looking for a nanny for his nephew since he took him in after his sister's passing."

I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it.

"Oh shit!" I blurted out, trying to keep my voice down. I looked at the champagne flute in my hand and downed it.

When I put the phone back to my ear, I heard her crying harder.

I looked toward the door and sighed. "Look, sis, I'm with an important last-minute client right now, so we'll have to talk about this later. You already know I'ma need all the details, but I have to go."

"Okay," she sobbed.

"We'll figure all of this out in about an hour or two. I'll just come by on my way home, okay?"

"Yeah."

I hated hearing her like this. It really hurt my heart, but I didn't even have time to dwell on it because just as I hung up, the door behind me opened.

"Ms. Marcell?"

I turned to see Nanya standing there smiling.

"He's ready to see you now."

"Okay, thank you." I followed her inside, taking a deep breath and exhaling to get my mind right.

Someone came and took the empty flute from me. I came around the corner into the sitting area where they had a three-way mirror set up, and there was a man standing on the platform in front of it with his back to me, in slacks and a white undershirt, with his phone to his ear.

I wasn't sure who or what he may have been talking about. All I know is that once I got a good look at him, I stopped walking.

He turned around, eyes wide, and it was none other than Princeton Brentley.

Nourah hadn’t said more than ten words to me the whole fitting. Every question she asked was about the suit.

Turn to the left, sir. Lift your arm, sir.

She was a little cold, and I ain’t even know what to say, so I held off on conversation. Plus, my whole team was standing nearby, all eyes on us, and I ain’t like muthafuckas in my personal business.