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I’m reading through a billionaire's text messages. And I found my name everywhere . I’ve been cleaning the same billionaire’s penthouse every Friday for the last nine months. Today, I was dusting the shelves in his office when his phone buzzed on the desk beside me. I heard his shower start from down the hall, water rushing through marble pipes. I glanced at his phone just long enough to see a message pop up, and I saw... My name? For a second I thought it was a mistake. I picked up his phone and searched for my name. It was EVERYWHERE . Messages with his driver, his lawyer, even his security team, every single one mentioning me. I was so focused on the messages that I didn't even hear the shower stop. I turned to see him standing in the doorway with a towel slung low on his hips and water still dripping from his hair. He stepped closer, voice low as he growled, “What do you think you're doing?