Divorced, childless, and jobless at 30.My younger self had it all planned. I would be married by 22-check. Have the dream job after university-check. And a couple of kids to go with the perfect wife.Scratch that.My wife left me for a guy ten years younger than me, and they're having the babies we should have had. The dream job became a dream when the company I worked for went belly up because of bad investments.So here I am, moving across the state with just my dog to the big city. Single, jobless and about enough money after the divorce to pay-off my truck, and hopefully rent an apartment.Then I got offered an easy job managing some billionaire's estate while he's off to Antarctica for three months on some expedition. So here I sit, counting his money, pretending to be him. Well, more like a glorified house sitter whose German shepherd actually landed me the job because he looks like a guard dog. (Which couldn't be further from the truth.)What I didn't expect (nor I assume did he) was that his daughter would show up. One that apparently can't stand her father.He said to treat everything as if it were mine.I might be taking this job a little too literally.A "Kind of" Billionaire Series: Taking a RiskSafety in NumbersPretend You're MineNOTE: This is a 3 part book series. All your questions will not be answered in the first book.