| Author: | Kathleen Hope | ISBN: | 6610000044153 |
| Publisher: | PublishDrive | Publication: | December 13, 2017 |
| Imprint: | PublishDrive | Language: | English |
| Author: | Kathleen Hope |
| ISBN: | 6610000044153 |
| Publisher: | PublishDrive |
| Publication: | December 13, 2017 |
| Imprint: | PublishDrive |
| Language: | English |
“Hey Stace. Take a look at this. It’s right up your alley.”
I glanced up from my book at my roommate Emma, who was holding a newspaper. “What is it?”
She scanned the paper. “This daycare wants pre-k a teacher for their 2-year-old class. This has your name all over it.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Um no thanks.”
“I thought that you wanted to work in childcare.”
“Nooooo, I want to work with children.”
Emma frowned. “Okay. Isn’t teaching the same thing?”
“Nope.” I looked over at her. “I don’t want to have a whole group of ankle biters. I want a nanny job. Preferably, a live in nanny position. That would be better.”
Emma spread her arms. “How cool would that be to have your own little class? They would be so cute. And-”
“Then you do it,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t have those types of aspirations.”
“Then what is it that you want?”
I sighed. “Chelsea got a job as a nanny. Remember? She got to travel with the family on vacations. Had her own room and access to their kitchen and pool. And she got paid well. Very well.”
“Yeah but the parents were both like famous surgeons or something.”
“True. But that’s what I want.”
Emma tossed the paper in our recycling bin. “You know gigs like that come once in a lifetime. She got lucky.”
I snorted. “I’ll just be honest. I want to make a lot of money without expending a lot of energy.”
“That’s everybody’s dream,” Emma said, opening her book. “But some of us have to study. We’re not all born with good looks and daddy’s credit card.”
I shook my head, not the least bit offended by her words. I knew I was one of the lucky ones. My dad had his own business and my mom was a prominent doctor. There was no need for me to sweat. There were plenty of eligible young men after me with their fathers’ money at their disposal. I wanted to be kept, coddled like my daddy had done for me all my life. While many of them were cute and all, I wasn’t interested. I wanted someone a little older who was already established. And-
The alert chime went off on my phone. I picked it up, thinking it was another tedious invitation to dinner from one of the little rich boys that had been calling lately. But no. It was the nanny agency that I worked for...
“Hey Stace. Take a look at this. It’s right up your alley.”
I glanced up from my book at my roommate Emma, who was holding a newspaper. “What is it?”
She scanned the paper. “This daycare wants pre-k a teacher for their 2-year-old class. This has your name all over it.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Um no thanks.”
“I thought that you wanted to work in childcare.”
“Nooooo, I want to work with children.”
Emma frowned. “Okay. Isn’t teaching the same thing?”
“Nope.” I looked over at her. “I don’t want to have a whole group of ankle biters. I want a nanny job. Preferably, a live in nanny position. That would be better.”
Emma spread her arms. “How cool would that be to have your own little class? They would be so cute. And-”
“Then you do it,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t have those types of aspirations.”
“Then what is it that you want?”
I sighed. “Chelsea got a job as a nanny. Remember? She got to travel with the family on vacations. Had her own room and access to their kitchen and pool. And she got paid well. Very well.”
“Yeah but the parents were both like famous surgeons or something.”
“True. But that’s what I want.”
Emma tossed the paper in our recycling bin. “You know gigs like that come once in a lifetime. She got lucky.”
I snorted. “I’ll just be honest. I want to make a lot of money without expending a lot of energy.”
“That’s everybody’s dream,” Emma said, opening her book. “But some of us have to study. We’re not all born with good looks and daddy’s credit card.”
I shook my head, not the least bit offended by her words. I knew I was one of the lucky ones. My dad had his own business and my mom was a prominent doctor. There was no need for me to sweat. There were plenty of eligible young men after me with their fathers’ money at their disposal. I wanted to be kept, coddled like my daddy had done for me all my life. While many of them were cute and all, I wasn’t interested. I wanted someone a little older who was already established. And-
The alert chime went off on my phone. I picked it up, thinking it was another tedious invitation to dinner from one of the little rich boys that had been calling lately. But no. It was the nanny agency that I worked for...
