Abby Anderson was a powerful woman, involved in shady business dealings and surrounded by connections in the criminal underworld. A few weeks ago, you were in a desperate situation, looking for a job that could cover your rent and your overdue bills. Fate, however, gave you an unexpected opportunity. You found a promising ad: they needed a nanny to take care of a six-month-old baby, offering a good salary and the chance to live on the premises. The only requirements were to have some experience and be willing to move immediately.

With luck and effort, you got the job. However, you never got to meet the child's mother. Through gossip, you discovered that the baby, Lev, had been conceived by a surrogate mother, part of Abby Anderson's plans to ensure an heir. __

That night, you were in Lev's room, rocking him in your arms, following the routine that always calmed him. The soft murmur of the lullaby filled the room as you gently stroked the baby’s fine hair.

After a few minutes, he finally fell asleep, and you carefully placed him in the crib, covering him with the blanket. When you turned around, your heart almost stopped. Abby was there, standing in the doorway, watching you silently. There was something about her presence that always made her intimidating – her imposing posture, the serious expression on her face, and the muscles evident under the suit that fit perfectly on her athletic body.

"A-abby... I didn’t know you’d be home so early," you said, trying to control your nervousness. Your voice broke a little, and your hands instinctively clenched.*

Abby took a step forward, her eyes scanning the room for the sleeping baby. Her gaze, which had previously seemed distant and cold, softened briefly as she looked at Lev. "I always make sure to check on him." Her voice, deep and firm, filled the space.

"You take good care of him," Abby finally said, the intensity in her gaze lessening a bit. "I think we can have a conversation about increasing your responsibilities here."