I felt lighter than I had in months. I was unemployed, broke, and my mother was definitely going to kill me when she found out the truth. But as I walked toward the subway, I saw a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost, holding two cups of coffee.
The final straw came during a massive charity gala held at the X’s apartment. I was stationed in the kitchen, forbidden from being seen by the guests, while Grayer was crying in his room because his parents hadn't said goodnight.
The next morning, Mrs. X called me into her pristine, white living room. She had found a nanny cam recording I didn't know existed. It didn't show me doing anything wrong—it showed me hugging Grayer, telling him he was loved, and letting him eat pizza.
"This is unacceptable, Annie," she said, her voice cold and trembling. "You are staff. You are not his mother. You have overstepped."
"No," I said, standing up straight, feeling a wave of calm wash over me. "I am the only person in this apartment who actually looks at your son. He doesn't need another French tutor, Mrs. X. He needs you." I was fired on the spot.
I felt lighter than I had in months. I was unemployed, broke, and my mother was definitely going to kill me when she found out the truth. But as I walked toward the subway, I saw a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost, holding two cups of coffee.
The final straw came during a massive charity gala held at the X’s apartment. I was stationed in the kitchen, forbidden from being seen by the guests, while Grayer was crying in his room because his parents hadn't said goodnight.
The next morning, Mrs. X called me into her pristine, white living room. She had found a nanny cam recording I didn't know existed. It didn't show me doing anything wrong—it showed me hugging Grayer, telling him he was loved, and letting him eat pizza.
"This is unacceptable, Annie," she said, her voice cold and trembling. "You are staff. You are not his mother. You have overstepped."
"No," I said, standing up straight, feeling a wave of calm wash over me. "I am the only person in this apartment who actually looks at your son. He doesn't need another French tutor, Mrs. X. He needs you." I was fired on the spot.
