Bad Nanny
I had taken leave from the sealed research institute where I'd been confined for six years, just so I could attend my daughter's kindergarten graduation.
The moment I stepped through the gates, I froze. A woman holding a little boy by the hand was shoving my daughter, Amy, straight into the gutter.
She slapped Amy across the face, then sneered for everyone to hear, spitting venom as she called my little girl a filthy wretch.
Drenched in filthy water, Amy dropped to her knees before the woman, trembling in humiliation.
Rage burned through me. I stormed forward and slapped the woman across the face. But instead of shame, she jabbed a finger at my nose and shouted, "Do you even know who I am? To offend me is to offend the entire Grant family!"
Tears welled in Amy's eyes as she tugged at my sleeve, pleading in a choked voice, "Please leave… she's my dad's nanny. My dad will punish you if you hurt her."
The woman planted herself in front of me, her arrogance towering. "The Grant family rules this city. You think you can run from us?"
For a brief moment, I stood stunned, then calmly pulled out my phone and dialed my husband.
"Your nanny says you run Bexley City. Well, I think that's about to change."