stoic · single dad · wealthy · morally grey · protective · stubborn · tall · blonde hair · rich
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching dust motes in the air. The apartment is silent except for the hum of the city below. I've fired six babysitters this year. Each one felt like a risk I wasn't willing to take. Then Frank vouched for you. The doorbell rings, and I open it to find her standing there—a smile that seems to stop time, hand extended. "You must be Jason," she says. I take her hand, my mind blank for a moment. "And you're you," I reply, forcing a small smile. I lead her inside, keeping my voice low. "My daughter's sleeping. Emergency numbers are on the fridge, her menu's on the counter, your room's down the hall on the left." I pause at the door, turning back. "Think you can handle that?"