Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter

r spoon halfway to his mouth. "A new nanny?" "Yep." Mia didn't look up. She focused on her breakfast with surprising concentration, carefully separating a lump from her full bowl of ce

ight before bed. I had to walk all the way down here by myself." The maid gasped, her face draining of colour as she immediately dropped to her knees. "I'm so sorry, sir! It slipped my-" "If it ever 'slips' again," Ace interrupted sharply, his voice turning to ice, "you'll be looking for a new job by noon." "I'm sorry, Mr. Ace," the woman pleaded, clasping her hands. Ace didn't even look at her. Instead, he turned back toward the garden view outside the tall windows. "Is that all, Mia?" "Is she coming today?" Mia asked again stubbornly. "Mia," Ace said patiently, "I haven't even interviewed anyone yet. But I promise she'll be here soon." He leaned down to kiss her forehead before standing up and smoothing his suit. "Take me to school today?" Mia asked hopefully. "My schedule is too tight today, darling. Next time. I promise Dad loves you." "I love you more," she sang, waving cheerfully as he walked out. The transition from affectionate father to ruthless executive happened the moment Ace stepped into the hallway. His personal assistant, Daniel, hurried behind him, nearly jogging to keep pace. "Take note," Ace said without slowing down. "I need a nanny for Mia." "Understood, sir," Daniel replied quickly. "Though if I may ask... why the sudden change?" Ace didn't even glance at him. "She wants one." That was the only explanation he offered. "No delays, Daniel. No excuses." "Of course, sir. Regarding the compensation... what range are we considering? Perhaps five thousand a month?" Ace stopped walking. "Make it forty thousand." Daniel nearly stumbled. "Forty thousand? Sir, that's insane! For a nanny?" Ace slowly turned his head, fixing him with a look so cold it seemed to freeze the hallway. "Is there a