Page 2 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
“Kevin, it’s not…that’s not…there’s so much more to it than—"
“And let’s face it, you never really fit in that well here. I mean, you never come down the bar with us, you stay in here all day—quite honestly, you’re a bit of a drip.”
Ignoring the insult, Daisy shot to her feet, clutching the edge of the table for some kind of support. “Kevin, please. I’m begging you, don’t do this. I’ll take a pay cut, I’ll work longer hours, I’ll do anything.Please.”
Kevin considered her shaking form, his eyes travelling slowly up and down her body, lingering on the curves of her breasts and hips. She fought back a shudder, squaring her shoulders slightly.
Seeming to come back to himself, he shook his head roughly and shrugged, “I know you’ve got a kid that you need to feed. I feel bad, honest I do! But we have people we need to feed, too, and with the way things are going, the whole business will go under. I’m sorry, Daisy. I’ve made up my mind. You’re fired.”
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“That absolute asshole!”
Daisy winced, holding the phone closer to her ear, glancing nervously around to see if anyone had heard her friend. Luckily, the bus was relatively empty, the few people on board too wrapped up in their own little worlds to even bother sparing a glance at her.
“I know, Amelia, but think about it from his point of view—"
“His point of view is absolutely shit. I’m sorry, but don’t you dare make excuses for him. He’s an absolute shit and you know it. I mean, actually, how dare he?”
Despite herself, Daisy couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to know that, despite everything, Amelia would always be on her side. They had met several years ago when both of them had reached for the last box of cake mix in the grocery store, and the rest was history. Daisy had been there as a shoulder to cry on for more of Amelia’s shitty ex-boyfriends than she could count, and Amelia was always offering to take Thea shopping, or to the park, or the cinema.
“There’s no point getting angry now. What’s done is done. I just need to find a new job in the next week or so. No big deal.”
“Look, babe, if it’s about money, then you know I can always—"
“No,” said Daisy, her voice firm. “I love you to pieces, but I can’t accept your money. It would just make things weird between us.”
“It would only be a little bit, just to help you out whilst you get on your feet! When’s your rent due, it can’t be that much."
“That’s so kind of you, honestly it is, but I can’t let you bankroll me.”
It was the same argument they’d had a million times over. Amelia worked remotely as an executive assistant to some fancy law firm in New York, and as such earned a ridiculous salary, especially considering she lived in Greenmill. Sometimes, in her darkest moments, Daisy could admit that she was jealous. But she couldn’t do the same sort of job, not when Amelia’s boss demanded she drop everything and travel to New York for a few days at least once a month. Daisy couldn’t drop everything. She had Thea to think about.
Amelia was quiet for a while, and Daisy could nearly hear the cogs turning in her head.
“Do you remember me telling you about Sasha?”
Daisy frowned, shifting the phone to her other ear. “Sasha, as in your hairdresser Sasha?”
“Well, she’s not my hairdresser anymore, not since the salon went under. I go to this great place in New York now, you should come! Your hair is getting super long, and I think it would look super cute if you—"
“Sorry, what does this have to do with Sasha?”
“Right, yes, sorry! Well, I met up with her for some drinks the other day, and she mentioned that she’s doing some nannying to save up for her own salon. The pay is ridiculous.”
“Nannying?” Daisy asked, clutching a handle tighter as the bus turned a bit too quickly around a corner.
“Yeah, you know, like looking after someone’s kid while they’re at work. They’re always looking for people apparently, and you can earn like, a shit ton.”
Daisy frowned. “Always looking for people? Is there that high a demand for nannies?”
There was a loaded pause, and Daisy’s apprehension grew.
“Well…that’s the only thing. It’s not a nanny service for, like…regular people.”
“What do you mean, regular people?”
“Well, I mean, you know…people like you. Shifters.”
