200... — Diгўrio De Uma Nanny Comг©dia, Drama, Romance

Of course, my own life was becoming a complicated juggling act. To keep my mother from having a heart attack, I maintained the lie that I was working in finance. I would change out of my sweatpants and into a pencil skirt in the subway station every evening before heading home. Then, there was Harvard Hottie.

"Well," he said, taking my hand and pulling me close. "You've successfully navigated the wildest jungle in Manhattan. I'd say you're ready for anything."

He lived in the penthouse of the X's building. His real name was Caleb, but in my head, he was the embodiment of every Ivy League crush I’d ever dreamed of. He was tall, had messy brown hair, and possessed a smile that made me forget my own name. DiГЎrio de uma Nanny ComГ©dia, Drama, Romance 200...

I looked up to see a woman who looked like she had stepped directly out of a high-fashion magazine. Her hair was a perfect blonde bob, her sunglasses cost more than my rent, and she exuded an air of pure, unadulterated stress. This was Mrs. X.

We met in the elevator when Grayer decided to press every single button. Instead of being annoyed, Caleb just laughed and helped me intercept Grayer before he could hit the emergency stop. Of course, my own life was becoming a

"This is unacceptable, Annie," she said, her voice cold and trembling. "You are staff. You are not his mother. You have overstepped."

Caleb smiled, stepping forward and handing me a cup. "I heard what happened. You did the right thing." Then, there was Harvard Hottie

"He's normally an angel," she lied effortlessly, cornering the screaming child. She looked at me, taking in my sensible knitted sweater and the heavy anthropology textbook in my lap. "Are you a nanny?" "Oh, no, I'm—"