“Medicine isn’t your thing, but you’re an excellent nanny. My daughter gets along with nobody like she does with you. Decided. Starting tomorrow you’ll be my nanny,” the head doctor declares.
I even stand up from surprise:
— How is that decided? I’m a doctor! What nanny? Do you even know what will happen if my parents find out…
— I’ll talk to them. Deal?
I consider it for a second. After all, he’s right. I’m here only at my parents’ request… And how badly I want to run away from that hated job.
But to be a nanny for the head doctor’s daughter—with the same difficult character as her father? Am I not just swapping one problem for another?