"Just do it, it's not like it's my fault if anything goes wrong. She's the one who asked for it."

"Alright, please lay down."

Millie eased onto the couch, "That's more like it. Sometimes you have to show a bit of spine before anyone takes you seriously. It's like you only understand tough love. Honestly, it's pathetic!" The nanny paused mid-motion, took a deep breath, and restrained herself.

"Did you skip dinner or something? Your hands feel like feathers. Can't you put a little more oomph into it?"

The nanny replied, "...Okay."

"Ouch! I said a little more oomph, not to break my back. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

Taking another deep breath, the nanny asked, "Is this pressure okay?"

"It's fine, I guess."

Half an hour later, the steaming chicken soup was served, its rich aroma filling the air. It was clear from the glossy sheen on top that it was perfectly cooked. The nanny had even added a touch of honey for sweetness.

spoon down with a frown, "What's this flavor? It

not undercooked, is

it be undercooked? I've been making chicken

right? But I remember Beverley saying she got me

throw such accusations at me? I've been with the Sherwood family for twenty years, handling everything from the finest

of the police

there was anything wrong with the soup; she just wanted to

her, she took her frustration out on Beverley's nanny, giving back

noise about? Can't people sleep in peace? Got nothing better to

in, reeking of alcohol, and was immediately

demeanor, no longer

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a smile, "Murray,

your coat. I was just about to

abruptly cut off by Murray

you not hear a word I said? I told you to keep your

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