"This is unacceptable, Annie," she said, her voice cold and trembling. "You are staff. You are not his mother. You have overstepped."
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. DiГЎrio de uma Nanny ComГ©dia, Drama, Romance 200...
Instead, I was sitting on a bench in Central Park, watching a four-year-old in a miniature Burberry trench coat have a full-blown meltdown because his artisanal, organic juice box was the wrong shade of green. "This is unacceptable, Annie," she said, her voice
"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. You have overstepped