Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter

this is it." Her heart pounded as she reread the number. Forty thousand dollars. A month. It looked unreal. "This is the one." "What's it?" Ella asked, stepping into t

?" he asked. "I've dropped off five girls already. Is the billionaire giving away gold bars?" "An interview," Pearl replied quietly. Her heart hammered against her ribs. When the taxi finally pulled up to the towering wrought-iron gates, her stomach dropped. The driveway was packed. Luxury cars. Expensive heels. Designer handbags. Women everywhere. It looked less like a job interview and more like a casting call for a reality show. Pearl stepped out slowly. Her modest outfit suddenly felt painfully simple compared to the glamorous dresses and flawless makeup around her. What am I even doing here? she wondered. For a moment, doubt crept into her chest. Forty thousand dollars could change everything-her rent, her debts, her future. But standing in front of the massive Warren mansion, she suddenly wondered if she was walking into an opportunity-or a disaster. Still, she joined the line. As she waited, she watched applicants leaving the mansion. None of them looked happy. "I can't believe it," one woman hissed as she stormed past Pearl. "The kid is the one doing the interview. A literal child!" "And she's a brat!" another woman snapped, wiping smudged mascara from her cheeks. "She told me my outfit looked 'trashy.' Do you know how much this dress cost?" Pearl glanced at the woman's plunging neckline and sparkling sequins. Well... maybe the kid has a point, she thought silently. Hours passed. The sun climbed higher as Mia Warren systematically dismantled the confidence of every applicant in the city. Finally, an escort in a crisp suit stepped outside and gestured to Pearl. "Next. Follow me." Pearl inhaled slowly and smoothed her skirt. Then she stepped forward. ⸻ The mansion's interior was breathtaking-white marble floors, towering ceilings, and the quiet luxury of unimaginable wealth. Pearl followed the es