Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter

cal weight. Pearl's hands moved automatically, tidying the breakfast nook, stacking bowls and wiping crumbs, as if every surface could be polished enough to erase her anxiety. She had barely reg

stine." "Pearl." The name rolled off his tongue like a coin, heavy and deliberate. "You have a lot to learn." He turned and strode into the living room. Pearl hesitated for a heartbeat, weighing her next move. Follow him. Observe. Learn. Any slip could cost me more than just a bad impression. She grabbed her cleaning gloves and hurried after him, heart hammering in her chest. "The chef, the cleaning staff, and the gardener are all on leave," Ace said without turning. "They return next week." Pearl nodded, biting her lip, her mind racing through menus, schedules, and her mental checklist. Mia. Meals. Bedtime. Rules. Don't fail. Don't be late. Don't be obvious. "Your primary focus is Mia. Get her to bed early. Be firm but fair. When she returns from school, she'll want to discuss her day. Listen to her." He paused, eyes piercing hers. "My rules are simple. I value my privacy above all else. Do not disturb me for trivialities. If it doesn't involve my daughter's immediate well-being, I am not to be bothered. I am your boss. You answer to me. If you need anything, call the driver. He will handle your transport." Pearl swallowed hard, nodding silently. Every word a rule, every glance a warning. I have to navigate thi