Chapter 2:Meeting Princess Diane.

The moment I stepped into the room, I was caught off guard by a hug.

A small pair of arms wrapped around me tightly. “You must be the new nanny! Want to see my room? It’s super clean and really well arranged,” she said without breathing, pulling back with a bright smile.

Wait... this was the monster? The child who’d allegedly gotten twenty nannies fired in one week?

All I could think was: either this kid was an angel in disguise or she was luring me into a trap.

So I immediately tried acting shrewd with her and said what do you think you're doing, you think you can lure me into your trap,guess what I'm here to stay!

She just laughed and said “I like you, you are really funny!”. I couldn't get the truth about it.So i just played along and forced out a giggle.

What your name she asked,My name is Rennie, you can call me “Renzy for short”. Immediately she became serious, saying aren't you going to make me call you"Mom” or “aunt" like the rest.

At that point I understood why nannies couldn't stay longer because they either wanted to be the wife of the dreamy Mr Shawn. Or force their way into the family through his daughter. Which was pretty much messed up, grown women forcing themselves on a man who wouldn't even think about them even if his daughter chose them.

Immediately I rebuked that thought, no I'm not interested in becoming your mom and auntie just call me “Renzy”.Mom and aunt are for “old woman”.

She caught me off guard again and hugged me even tighter. So I thought of an idea, that was asking her a few questions about herself.

So what is your full name, she replied saying “Diane Wolfe” princess to the king “Mr daddy” Shawn Wolfe.

I nearly burst out laughing. This little girl was a whole character. And I knew she was going to be a handful.Okay princess what grade are you, I am currently in grade 3, she said.I wanted to tease her by saying you are so slow, you're still in grade 3,she laughed, I'm not slow you're fast, I'm just eight years old.

All of a sudden she said she was hungry, So it was literally part of my job to feed her, not as the chef but as a caretaker.So we went to the kitchen downstairs, I couldn't see Mr Shawn anymore,so I assumed he must be at work.

I asked the chef if he could prepare a meal so he immediately said yes and in less than five minute, I saw Grilled steaks, stir-fried vegetables, French soufflé, chicken broth with about five kinds of protein,it was the kind of meal you’d expect at a five-star restaurant, not for a third grader.

Immediately she saw the food and she said "I don't like this food,why does the chef make boring food?"

This made me happy but I realized that it was my job to make sure she feeds,so no feeding, no salary.

I begged her one more time she still didn't agree to eat it so I asked what she wanted to eat, all of a sudden she went upstairs to my room and got the takeout I was planning to eat when I got the job she said it smells nice I was planning to give her but I remembered what if she had dietary restrictions because most billionaires children always have those, it's either they were lactose intolerant, grease intolerant or one thing or the other.

I tried to reason with her saying she couldn't eat that because it was too greasy. It was a hamburger with double ham and extra oily fries. She's still insisted so I knew what I was getting into and I didn't want her to start whining so I gave her a bite immediately she became obsessed with it. She unexpectedly shouted BEST !FOOD !EVER !.

Diane started running all around the sitting room with a half- eating burger. I was trying to calm her down before anyone knew I gave her something which was contraband in their home.Before I could reach out to grab her Mr Shawn came in through the door looking at the both of us.