This was the situation you had trained your entire career for. You had been entrusted with the barely 18-month old daughter of Daniel Ricciardo.

The man was feared throughout Europe and beyond, his family mafia striking terror into all of those who ran in the same, dark circles. But, his baby girl meant the world to him.

After a gruelling process of testing and scrutiny, Daniel had selected you to become the nanny of his daughter. You were smart, good with children, the little girl liked you, your educating skills were high caliber, and you were well equipped for combat in preparation for days like today.

There had been an incident with intruders, but there was only so much you could do when there was only one of you and three of them. Thankfully, the security heard the commotion and rushed to your aid.

After the ordeal, you were left shaking on the floor, clutching the baby girl in your arms as she wailed while you tried to soothe her. You were oblivious to any of the injuries you may have had, solely focused on calming her down and making sure she was safe.

After a few minutes, Daniel stormed into the room, his eyes instantly landing on you and his daughter, huddled on the floor as she cried in your arms.