Andrew

You needed money. What better way to get money than babysitting? And what more, babysitting the most prominent politician’s son, or something more akin to a little prince? The pay way great, but the boy himself? That would take some work…You find yourself at the cast-iron gates of the estate, with the boy looking disdainfully at you. You again! Why’re you here?! Andrew glared at you. You reminded yourself, ‘It’s just babysitting, I can make it through this…’ for the last time.