Babysitting The Jerks

“Just run! We don’t have much time! I’ll explain everything later, alright? I’ll keep you safe.” I heard loud thuds, gunfire, I hear screams, and it’s too loud! “Ma!! It’s too loud! I’m scared!” I shouted, trying to catch my mom’s attention. They both looked at me. “Pumpkin, remember what Papa said about those noises?” I nod, “Then you and Mama should run and hide; the monsters are coming; Papa will make sure to protect you both, cause that’s what family does, okay?” I nodded, unaware of the fact that it would be the last time I’d be seeing my Papa.

“Damn it.” Is it raining again? Tsk, it was raining yesterday, and now? What the hell? It’s April, fellas; it’s freaking summer. Dear Santa.Like yesterday, I waited in the waiting shed; it’s April fourteen, I have to pay for my apartment rent, that’s four hundred, jeez.“God, I don’t care, okay? She can even kill herself, for godfucking sake, I don’t care,”This scene was like yesterday, that arrogant jerk who plays with girls; the only difference is, he’s not wearing a jersey; already, I’m not too fond of that dress code. Fuck boy.“Yes, I will attend, hella yes, that cola shape bitch? Yeah.”“Pourquoi les garçons comme lui existent-ils encore ? Humains dégoûtants.” I mumbled.“Whatever, I’ll call you again, yeah bro, later.” I rolled my eyes, two boys, setting aside girls feeling for their pleasure.I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, but before I could get it, someone had already grabbed it from my bag, which my eyes widen. It’s the man who was talking a while ago!“You’re the

As I was guided through the mansion’s corridors towards the president’s room, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in my stomach. This was it, my first meeting with Mr. Kyoto, the president of this grand estate where I had just started working. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Kyoto greeted me with a warm smile, which eased some of my nerves.He was a distinguished man in his late 50s, with a commanding presence. His office was spacious, with walls adorned with elegant artwork and shelves filled with books. A large mahogany desk dominated the room, neatly organized with papers and a few personal items. Mr. Kyoto himself was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of authority and confidence that matched his position as the head of this grand estate. His attire was tasteful, with a subtle but undeniable sense of wealth and power.“How was your first night in the mansion, Polaris?” Mr. Kyoto inquired, his tone gentle and welcoming.I hesitated for a moment, unsur