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Stassie Etienne is a 24 year old college graduate that scored a job as a nanny for the Roman family. The job turns out to be a total nightmare due to two misbehaving boys but she holds her own for the money. As Stassie becomes comfortable...
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I entered the office building and instantly noticed the man my father have been raving about for the past few months. Randall Fisherman. He looked nothing like I expected. He was probably in his mid-forties. He stood tall with dark hair, manicured fingernails, and a tailored suit.
"Hello Randall." I greeted the man standing beside my father.
I extended out my hand, and we shook hands.
He was a commercial realtor and happens to be one of the best in the country. My father reached out to him so we can do business together. He is going to be showing me a couple of properties in the area. I didn't think I would love it here in Miami as much as I do, but it's beginning to grow on me. The weather is nice. The people are beautiful, and it's vibrating full of life and cultures of all backgrounds. I wouldn't mind staying here for a little longer.
I am following in my father's footsteps and getting into real estate. The car dealership I opened with Kameron is doing great, but I don't see myself working long-term. My dad couldn't be any happier when I reached out to him to help me purchase that office building I showed Stassie that day.
"Mr. Roman," Randall professionally responded to me. "I hope you don't mind, my niece is tagging along with us." He mentioned as he picked up his black briefcase from his desk.
"That will be no problem," I said to him casually.
My dad walked over to me and patted me on the back. He seemed a little off. There were bags in his eyes, and he appeared as if he haven't had any sleep.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, concerned.
I have a pretty good relationship with my parents, but I have always favored my dad a shred more. Nothing too serious. He's just so much easier to talk to.
"Yeah, I'm okay." He replied in an eerie tone. I couldn't help but shake the overwhelming and intense feeling that something was wrong with him.
"Randall, your niece is on her way up here right now." Glenda, the middle-aged secretary spoke with an aggravated scowl on her face.
I looked over at Randall. He stretched out his arms and let out a deep breath. He was bracing himself.
Why?
"Just a warning. So, my niece... she's a bit eccentric. You might recognize her, she was on a reality TV show. Thankfully it didn't work out, and she came to her senses. She reached out to me for help. She wants to get into real estate as a backup."
I passed my hand through my hair. It could all be in my mind, but for a brief moment, I felt as if the temperature in the room had made a deep plunge into below zero.
"Oh, there she is," Randall declared as the blonde woman wearing a revealing black dress and white knee-high boots strolled in. As always, her hair and makeup were done to perfection. What scared me more is that she was still bearing that calculating, menacing look in her eyes. Oh how I know those eyes so well.
