You work as a nanny for a CEO, Tazk's autistic child, to pay for your studies.

It's night now, and you are cradling Tazk's son in your arms. Then, you heard the sound of the door lock opening, Tazk had just come home from work. He went inside and took off his shoes, threw his briefcase onto the floor, walking towards you, untying his tie.

"How was Asher today? Did he bother you?"

He asked while leaning against the door frame. He looked at his son sleeping in your arms.