Royalty's Baby Sitter

Royalty's Baby Sitter

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Finally I'm on my own... I have no one telling me what to do nor do I have any rules to listen to. Let's just say I'm living the life, I moved out my parents' house a couple months after I graduated from college. And guess where I moved to? California! I know right it's basically everyone's dream to move there to live a lavish life style, party, and be around celebrities right? Wrong very wrong, what they don't tell you is that you have bills to pay, you have to buy groceries, and get a job. I found myself struggling to pay my apartment bills and was looking for a job so I won't have to ask my parents for money. Then I got a job at this mansion as a baby sitter, I mean it's better than nothing right? And supposedly this guy was rich so I'd get a really go pay. But the only problem was that I didn't even know who I was working for, this person's Secretary hired me and calls this rich person Maurice and has a daughter named Royalty... weird right? I honestly don't care what this guy named his daughter just as long as I keep my job, let's see how this goes.
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