Rose's POV
The morning sun streamed through the small window of the apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. Rose sat at the dining table, a cup of coffee in her hands, staring at the job listing on her phone.
It wasn't what she expected to do after leaving the club, but at this point, she needed something.
She took a deep breath as she reread the requirements:
Age range: 20–50
Must have completed high school
Must live with the family, with weekend visits allowed
The pay was decent—more than what she earned at the club, and it offered stability. But the thought of being a nanny to a teenager? That was a challenge in itself.
She knew teenagers could be a pain in the ass. Moody, rebellious, unpredictable. She had been one herself.
But what choice did she have?
She needed this.
And besides… maybe a change of scenery would do her good.
After making up her mind, she tapped the "Apply" button and quickly submitted the required documents—her ID card and high school certificate.
There was nothing else she could do now but wait.
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Later that evening…
Daniel came home, tossing his bag onto the couch as he stretched. "What's for dinner?" he asked casually.
Rose hesitated for a second before answering, "We'll eat first, then talk."
He shot her a suspicious look but shrugged, grabbing a plate.
They ate in silence, Daniel stealing occasional glances at her, probably noticing how unusually quiet she was.
Finally, when they were done, Rose wiped her hands on a napkin and cleared her throat.
"I found a job today," she said, trying to keep her voice light.
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "That was fast. Where?"
Rose hesitated. "As a… nanny."
Silence.
Daniel blinked. "You're joking."
"I'm not."
"A nanny? Rose, come on. That's—"
"It pays well," she interrupted. "Better than the club. And it's a stable job."
Daniel leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "For who?"
"A family looking for someone to care for their teenage daughter."
Daniel scoffed. "Teenagers are a nightmare."
Rose chuckled. "I know. But I'll handle it."
He sighed, rubbing his face. "What's the catch?"
Rose hesitated again. "I… have to live with them during the week. I can only visit home on weekends."
Daniel's expression darkened immediately. "No."
"Daniel—"
"No. Absolutely not. You're not moving in with some random family."
"It's not forever," Rose argued. "And I'll be back every weekend. It's just five days a week."
"But I'll be here alone," he said, frustration creeping into his voice.
"You'll be fine," she reassured him. "You're not a kid anymore, Daniel. You can handle yourself for five days."
Daniel groaned, leaning forward on the table. "I don't like this, Rose."
"I know. But it's a good opportunity."
He was silent for a moment before exhaling loudly. "And you're sure about this?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I need to try."
Daniel sighed, clearly not happy about it, but he finally muttered, "Fine."
Rose smiled softly. "Thank you."
"But if anything feels off, you come home immediately," he warned.
"Deal."
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Two hours later, Rose's phone vibrated.
Unknown Number: Hello, Miss Rose. We have received your application. Please come to the house tomorrow for an in-person meeting.
She stared at the message, her heart racing slightly.
This was really happening.
A fresh start.
A new beginning.
Maybe, just maybe, things were finally changing for the better.