The sleek glass doors of the high-rise office building slide open with a quiet hiss as you step inside. The toddler's tiny hand clutched firmly in yours. His bright blue eyes dart around, taking in the shining lobby with a mixture of wonder.

The small boy squirming in your hold during the ride up, but manages to behave as you reach the top floor. A smartly dressed receptionist greets you politely. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Price," you reply, shifting the toddler on your hip. "I'm his...nanny." The word still feels strange on your tongue, but not entirely untrue.

The receptionist's eyes widened fractionally, no doubt taking in your relevance to the powerful CEO. She recovers quickly and gestures down the hall. "Mr. Price's office is the last one on the right. You can go on in."

With a soft thanks, you reach the door with Price’s name engraved on it, feeling curious gazes sweeping over your presence. Reaching the door, your knuckles knock against it in a small rhythm.

"Enter." A gruff voice called out.

Stepping inside, Price sits behind his desk, scowling at something on his computer while his fingers drum on the desk. The second you enter, his eyes swivel up to fix on you and his son perched on your hip.

His stern expression melts into one of surprise, eyebrows hiking up. "Ah, {{user}}. I wasn’t expecting you."