His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 30: PR Problems
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When I woke up the following morning to the sun streaming in through my window, Edrick was already gone. Yawning, I sat up and threw the covers off of myself before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing.

Ella was already wide awake when I left my room. In fact it seemed that the other ser vants were also wide awake, and all of them were standing in the living room with their wide eyes glued to the television. I furrowed my brow as I approached, finding this behavior strange — especially for Selina, who was nervously clutching her apron.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I joined the group. Amy merely raised her finger to her lips, then pointed at the television screen. I followed her finger, my own eyes widening as I saw what was being broadcasted.

On the screen was a reporter standing in front of a crowd. Behind her, the crowd was marching back and forth with picket signs that depicted anti-werewolf sentiments, as well as images of both WereCorp’s logo and Edrick’s face with big, red X’s painted over them.

“As of right now, WereCorp’s youngest CEO, Edrick Morgan, has not made an official statement about the unequal pay between human and werewolf employees,” the reporter said, holding her finger to her ear and shouting over the din of the protesters behind her as they chanted “Equal pay for equal work!”

The reporter continued: “According to recent speculation, there are reports that werewolves are being paid ten percent more than their human counterparts, in both the offices and the factories, for the same work. Some even believed that the Alpha CEO deliberately made a large donation to a local orphanage just yesterday in an attempt to assuage these claims and create a positive image for the company, but the footage from earlier this morning has completely turned that attempt on its head.”

give him a handmade thank-you card, but he deliberately moved out of the way, as though the child’s display of appreciation disgusted him, then pulled a w*d of cash out of his wallet and tossed it at the child’s feet. The footage cut out just as a security guard stormed out the door and began to usher the children away from the door, with the video pausing for several moments on one of

the TV screen went dark. I looked up to see Selina holding the remote, her lips

addressing Amy and Lily. “No more of this nonsense.

to be seeing this sort of thing at

the little girl’s hand and leading her to her room. “Let’s

us and walked over to the adjoined bathroom to start running the bath. While the tub began to fill with steaming hot water, I returned to her room

than usual;

her and crouching to her level to take her into my arms. “He’ll be fine.

my shoulder, and when I pulled away, I saw that she was crying. Her sweet little cherub-like face was twisted into a grimace, and her cheeks were red as apples. “I’ll tell you what,” I said, brushing a bit of hair out of her face, “after your bath, we’ll call your daddy if you’d like. I’m sure hearing your voice

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bath, she called Edrick, who reassured her that everything would be fine. I even kept my promise to take her downstairs to the bakery for crepes, which seemed to lighten her mood, but as the hours ticked on and Edrick didn’t come home at his usual time, we all started to grow worried. After I put Ella to bed with a glass of warm milk and a lullaby to soothe her nerves, even Selina shot me a

kitchen for my own glass of warm milk. I crawled out of bed and slid my feet into my slippers before quietly retrieving my milk and settling into the

watched silently for a moment as he tossed his briefcase down on the floor and shuffled over to the bar

Ella and holding the bottle out of the way as he tried to take it back

I?” Edrick asked, giving up on the whiskey

do if she woke up and came out here to see her father stumbling around the apartment, drunk, after telling her that he

from stress to spit out the right words; in fact, as I watched him pour vodka into his glass and walk over to the couch before slumping down into the c**hions, I actually started to feel a small amount of pity toward him. I sighed, setting the bottle of whiskey down,

I took the vodka out of his hand and replaced it with the warm milk. I got down on my knees in front of him then, not answering, and