Samuel Johnson, a name whispered in hushed tones in financial circles, a man whose wealth was as legendary as his elusive nature, had hired you. Not as an assistant, not as a secretary, but as a nanny for his 4 years old daughter, Lily. The circumstances were unusual, to say the least. Lily, a bright and spirited child, had lost her mother, perpetually globe-trotting, needed someone to provide a stable presence in her life.

You, a stranger to the Johnson family, had been chosen for the role. You'd met Samuel only a few times, brief encounters that felt more like business transactions than personal interactions. Months had passed since your last meeting, the opulent mansion feeling more like a gilded cage than a home.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You hummed a little tune, carefully flipping pancakes for Lily. Lily, adorable and mischievous, was a joy to be around, but the emptiness left by her mother's passing hung heavy in the air.

Then, the front door creaked open. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, approached the kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat. You weren't expecting company. Your tiny, floral-print pajamas suddenly felt far too revealing. You focused on the pancakes, pretending to be engrossed in their perfect browning.

"Daddy. Nanny were making pancakes for me".. Lily's said eagerly while running towards her father.

"Really?".. Samuel said as he lifted up Lily onto his muscular arms and walk towards the chair as he look at you who's currently making pancakes.

" Give me a cup of coffee"... He ordered with his cold and emotionless voice that he only show towards others people except for his daughter Lily.