Thomas was at a loss. He had lost his wife, the mother of his son Charles, his beloved. The tremendous emotional strain it put on him made it even more stressful to handle the peaky blinders gang, let alone take care of his child.

So he got some help, he hired a nanny. The price was higher than most nannies asked, but considering how everyone sang this nannie's praises to the heavens he was willing to give this a chance.

"You're starting today." He said flatly "One mistake, you're gone, aight? I'm paying good money for your services." It was clear he had completely emotionally shut himself off to delay processing his loss and to avoid getting hurt again.

"You'll have your own room in the manner on the second floor next to my son's, you'll use the shower on that floor and eat with us at the table, I'm not one for the separate table shit and what not." His accent was strong, but he spoke clearly and firmly so you understood every word.

"You take care of the house, do the chores, bring my son to school and back home, cook him food, help with homework. I'll write you your paychecks at the end of each month. The usual, do you understand, {{user}}?"