The Billionaire’s Twins Play Matchmaker – Chapter 9
Macey made sandwiches for the kid’s lunch still silently debating. Having someone she could trust to watch the children would definitely be an advantage. Her list of reliable babysitters was extremely short and all of them were in Paris. But did she dare open herself up to the DaLair family drama that was sure to ensue. Augustus was bad enough but what would she do once she faced March and Julius?
Suddenly her phone rang. For a moment she was afraid it was Rose. Very few people had her number after all. After seeing the caller ID Macey relaxed. She picked it up without further hesitation.
“Hello Syl, what’s up?”
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of a construction area.”
end my assistant?
sistant responsible?”
course!”
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ince starting her career.
re you Ter
d bored.
Caden. They’re finishing their lunch now so they shouldn’t be any problem until I come back.”
re.”
Oka
dn’t take long and she would be home soon.
immediately zoned out as she browsed websites.
stood.
Excuse me Miss Babysitter we’re going to ta
r phone. With a nod they turned and scurried to the front door. Slipping on shoes they quietly opened the door and stepped outside.
ying to the sidewalk Aria paused and asked, “Did you get the i
ir office downtown.”
ked.
bway.”
ean the Métro?”
l it a subway,” Caden shrugged.
weird,” Aria sighed.
hey approached the turn styles.
m until the gentle rock of the train lulled them to sleep.
ost there?” Aria suddenly aske
oks the same.”
hout her they simply had no idea how long they had slept, how many stops they passed or even if they missed their destination.
?”
hich made it difficult to ask questions. This was a sharp contrast to the French commuters they were used to. After several moments the train departed and they were still not sure of their location.
directions,” Aria suggested.
ey might take us to a station and have mommy pick
t.”
whole purpose of their plan.
the saxophone. His clothing was haggard and faded but his instrument glistened indicating it was well cared for. Though he preferred Beethoven Caden appreci
ok Caden,” Aria pointe
d but it added up to a paltry sum. Perhaps he was meant to have a friend to perform alongside of him.
tell us how to get to daddy’s work.”
met him on the street. The crowd usually warmed up once the five-year-old joined the performance.
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ts were inconclusive.
e finds to play the part of a street performer. Franklin was actually classically trained and a much sought after concert pianist and orchestral saxophone player. He was employed as a music instructor at
two small forms as they moved closer. He didn’t stir until he heard someone run their fingers down the keyboard creating a cascading sound that begged for a
d Ella Fitzgerald.
oins.
espite his young age he seemed to be an encyclopedia of music.
ose by smiling at the boy. He wondered if they were related. Once they finished the boy continued into the next song. The opening bars were simple and Franklin quickly recogni
ar, charming voice. He didn’t recover from his shock until the second verse and finally joined in with his saxop
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wn to see his saxophone case filled with cash. The boy stood taking the little girl’s hand. They bowed to the crowd together amid the applause. Slowly the crowd dissipated leaving the trio of musicians alone.
.”
ood as Elias. We play with him all the time.”
efore,” Franklin said as he carefully pl
dded helping to store the keyboard in its case. Franklin watched the boy do it with practiced ease. It was clear he had done it many times before. He wondered if t
keeping an ear out for panicked parents.
o see daddy,” the girl answered.
What? Where
rk but we didn’t like our babysitter so we decided
are here?”
ok their hea
s?”
heads. If they told him their mother’s phone number she would rush over and drag them home. On the other hand they weren’t supposed to know their father’s and it would be sus
bout your address? Do you
ents not responsible anymore? Did they not know about teaching their ki
rk?”
ir Plaza, 41 Nassau Street,” Caden answered easily.
so easily then why didn’t he know his home address? The whole situation was extremely bizarre but at least now he had a place to take them.
Well, good news. You’re only a hop, skip and a jump away. Come on.
epped on the next train. Climbing onto the bench they sat holding hands. Franklin watched them trying to figure them out. Neither looked panicked or afraid as he would expect from a pair of lost children. The boy in particular observed their surroundings with a detached air while his sister openly scrutinized those around them.
igh-rise due to the children’s short legs, though neither complained about the rather long march through the crowded streets. Franklin grimaced when he saw the commanding structure that was their destination. He wasn’t part of the business world so the DaLair name meant nothing t
”
“Yep!”
nklin gave them a concerned look still harboring reservations despite their insistence.
name?” the girl suddenly asked.
in.”
g building without hesitation.
ar-olds. Now that they were inside he was assured they would be taken care of at least. Still nervous Franklin walked back to the subway. Much later he’d come to regret not getting the boy’s name. There
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her never mentioned their father they knew he had to exist so they asked their grandfather about him instead. Ever since he told them about their parents’ past they had been eager to meet the father they had never known.
acknowledge them.
e unattractive. They weren’t particularly impressed with her observational skills either as they had to struggle for her attention.
nced.
e receptionist repeated.
r grandpa.”
rtable chairs and even a small nook with a coffee and espresso machines.
her, “So what do we do now?”
grandfather. Even if their grandfather was busy he would have sent Stephen to help them.
idered their options Aria noticed a man in a finely tailored suit. He was practically screaming into his phone about how insulted he was and how he would never do business with the DaLair’s again.
with us.”
Caden asked. “We don’t know anything about his work.”
h,” Aria smirked before skipping up to intercept the man on the phone just as he pu