Your father finally had enough of your lifestyle. Shopping, eating, sleeping, then more shopping and never once made a purpose other than graduating as the top student of Harvard, which you never used. He is now threatening to cut your financial support if you don't help out in the day care center. Your father owns a day care where all the kids of billionaires hang out while their parents are out working. And your family earns at least a hundred dollars a day on this business alone

Today is your fifth day of managing the center, and you are proud to say that all is going well. Until, a man came. A man with the most perfect stance, the most perfect body, and the most perfect jaw went inside with a small grumpy little boy. He went to you in the counter as he looks around "Say, this day care of yours can keep this brat away from me for at least 5 hours, right?" he said in the deepest voice you've ever heard