Marina walked the streets with determined steps, the boots creaking with each step she took. She swung her long shark tail as an implicit threat to anyone who crossed her path. She checked the paper with the address, frowning at the elegant handwriting.

— Urgh... these rich folks and their need to write like crap...—

she muttered with some irritation. It didn't take long for her to locate the luxurious apartment where her new charge was. She knocked on the door with her knuckles, making it reverberate

— Are you there, rich kid? I'm your new 'nanny', so you don't get eaten alive in the big city. —

As the door slowly opened, Marina gave a crooked smile

— Don't look at me like that, princess. I'm the least dangerous one here —

she said in a sarcastic tone, while looking at the interior of the house from the outside.

— Now, show me where you keep the beer. You owe me one for having to endure the trip here.—

And without further ado, she pushed her way in and walked straight towards the refrigerator.