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I'm here or at least that's what my phone says, I'm standing in front of a massive mansion surrounded by pasture it's as if they put a countryside in the city. There are some guards around, they look very sharp, cool and a bit intimidating in their suits patrolling the area.
A middle-aged man appears out of nowhere, radiating gentleness and warmth, kind of like Niko.
"Hello, you must be Alexandria," he greets me with a charming English accent and an adorable smile. I nod, feeling at ease in his presence already; he seems the type who wouldn't harm a fly.
Then u find out hes a felon.
"Hi, Alex is fine, nice to meet you," I extend my hand, and he shakes it before leading me into the house. It's stunning, (the British meme) reminiscent of a modern museum.
I follow him to the patio and take in a deep breath as I see Mr and Mrs Armani, They are so deep in a conversation to even notice I've arrived.
I clear my throat before I witness stuff. Mr Armani nods at me and leaves. I give him a straight-line smile and turn to Mrs Yilmaz. She's so beautiful; I can't help but wonder if I'll meet her son. If he takes after her, he must be incredibly handsome. All of her children are stunning.
"If my husband caught you staring that hard, he'd have a fit,"
"Sorry," I mumble and smile as she shakes her head.
I follow Mrs Armani into this stupidly perfect sunlit kitchen, my bag still hanging off one shoulder like I'm fully prepared to dip if anyone goes bad or my brain decides to crumble on sight. She gestures for me to sit at the marble island, hands folded all elegant like she was born doing TED Talks.
"Alex, thank you for joining us. I know this is your first official nanny role, so I'll walk you through everything step by step." I let out the tiniest breath. Thank God she's warm and normal and not giving drill-sergeant. I just cannot handle be yelled at especially before 9 a.m. My soul will crack.
"Let's start with the kids," she says, opening a cute little notebook that probably cost more than my whole outfit, mhm actually maybe equal value. I have taste and rich friends.
"Aleyna, our five-year-old, is lively and creative, when she's comfortable. Very sweet and curious. She loves music, especially her violin lessons. She has a severe peanut allergy so always check labels and never leave snacks within reach without confirming." I nod, mentally picturing tiny Aleyna sprinting around the house with a violin like a very fashionable tornado.
"The teens are Sasha and Siena. Both seventeen. Sasha plays tennis and is mostly independent, but reminders help if he forgets schoolwork or practice. Siena is an equestrian, also independent, but routines help her stay on track. They're used to nannies, so they know the drill, but your role is to supervise, help when needed, and keep things calm." I do a little mental scribble. Calm. Sure. I can be calm. Ish. Like 60% calm.
"Now routines," she continues. "Wake-up for Aleyna is seven. Breakfast at seven-thirty/ seven forty. School drop-offs start at eight. She naps around one, but sometimes she skips it. Teens wake at seven or six thirty whichever you prefer, eat fast, and leave by eight. Bedtime is eight for Aleyna, ten for the teens. Music, stories, whatever Aleyna needs to relax is fine."
"Got it," I say, even though inside my brain I'm juggling all the times like I'm trying to solve a Rubik's cube underwater.
"Meals and snacks," she says, flipping a page. "Aleyna can have fruits, veggies, dairy, no peanuts obviously. Teens mostly handle themselves, Teens mostly handle themselves, but feel free to prep healthy snacks. For Drinks: water, juice or milk for Aleyna. Teens can get whatever except caffeine, avoid sugar before school or bedtime, Learned that the hard way.." I'm already imagining the lunchboxes. I might go full Pinterest mum. No shame.
