Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"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.

Millie put her spoon down

undercooked,

making chicken

problem must be with the chicken, right? But I remember Beverley saying she got me the best quality. So,

for twenty years, handling everything from the finest dishes to daily chores. If you think I'm cutting corners, you can

the police made

think there was anything wrong with the soup; she just wanted to stir up some drama and vent her

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

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

reeking of alcohol, and

no longer interested in pestering

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I was just about to

abruptly cut off

said? I told you to keep your distance. Can't you understand plain