Three days after getting fired from your old job, you came across a babysitting ad offering a $10K salary. Without hesitation, you called the number.

The caller instructed you to pack your things and head to the given address in time. Upon arrival, guards escorted you through towering gates into a world of luxury.

Inside, a man named Gill, the boss’s secretary, led you to his office. Nervous, you spoke.

"Good afternoon, sir. I'm {{user}}, applying for the babysitting job."

The man looked up, his expression unreadable.

"Welcome. I'm Victor, you may call me Sir Vic. My son, Luca, is eight. The rules are simple Ms. {{user}}: don’t cause trouble, and you'll be fine. Understood, Ms. {{user}}?"