Babysitting Mr. Volkov's baby

need to wake up." I heard a voi

od way. So I responded carelessly, "Lou, let me be. Mike fired me, alright? I have nowhe

t. My ass is way softer than it. I was in another place, a completely different world. And

e. The job interview, approva

trying to get her paj

y to remain "professional" even whilst s

ked by their pajamas?

would know." She analyses me briefly and then turns around sharply, her footstep

Elena, "I wou

n my robe, still groggy, my mind fuzzy from sleep. As I shuffled out into the hallway, the voice

e hand clutching the side of her pink, silky pajamas. A few small rhinestones from the fabric sparkled on the floor

voice was shaky. "I...

d the small hand away from the spot and inspected the tiny prick. The little

of hair from her forehead. "You're alright, just a little

linked back tears. I smiled reassuri

e comfortable," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Thos

her a warm hug. It was a small moment, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of protectiveness as I g

nd prepared for school." I

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on. I was well covered, after al

n happening. I could tell she was giggling all the way through. Sh

st share the same view about her which is her slightly sass

afternoon air, I spotted the familiar black limousine idling near the curb, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight. Volkov's limousine. The kind of

down just enough for the driver to spot me. He

oor for me. "Mr. Volkov's instructions were clear. He's

a certain sharpness to it, even in the details. But I

ne starting up, and my heart beating just a little faster. I couldn't help but wonder

anding by the school gates, waiting for me, looking up at the car with that familiar, hopeful expression. I cou

I saw the school building. How maj

r view mirror. He tried to hide his smile; how professional

ot . Obviously, it was already getting filled up. Another display

y surprised but remained composed as I stepped out. "