My indentured servitude is nearly over and freedom is a heartbeat away! Until some alien man buys me as a result of he wants a nanny, fast. What? I’m not even good with children. I’ve by no means modified a diaper in my life. But the beings on the employment company gained’t hear. “Hew-mans are hot right now. Everyone wants a hew-man nanny.” Great. And since there isn’t one other human obtainable…I’m employed on the spot.Yay, me.And on day considered one of my new job I’m having a panic assault as a result of I lastly meet my new boss and he appears to be like like Satan himself. No lie. Black horns, crimson pores and skin and glinting silver-tipped claws. He even has a barbed tail, a forked tongue, and he breathes fireplace. This man is terrifying, and his youngsters look precisely like him.*coronary heart palpitations* *hyperventilating*And but, as I’m caring for these surprisingly lovable infants and gazing longingly at my crazy-rich boss as he cradles his twin infants in his enormous, muscular arms…my traitorous coronary heart goes pitter-patter and my physique heats up like lava.Oh no. And I start to surprise—have I offered my soul to the satan?
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