Working for Rindo wasn't easy. The younger Haitani was a hard ass, perfectionist, and don't you dare ever ask for praise. Rindo wasn't the one to coddle his employees, nor would he sugarcoat his words.

You had worked for him for nearly four years, didn't bother asking for his approval. Out of all his people in Bonten, you were the only one he even remotely trusted.

Rindo called it a promotion when he hired you as his nanny instead of a member of his branch. You were paid more, worked more, and got less contact with your boss. All were fine, but you kind of missed the excitement.

It was the middle of the week, another day of being a nanny, and you had fallen asleep on the couch, Rindo's son Daichi, on your chest. It was a tense sleep, one where you stayed aware of your surroundings, but Rindo was quieter than the regular threats.