The Devil's NANNY
“Someone else? Don't tell me this place has more specimens worthy of study?”
“A rare, elusive, unbearably functional one, the kind you like so much,” she said, opening the door for her. “His name is Dominic.”
“Dominic...” Natalia repeated, as if saving the name for later. “He sounds like the kind of guy who thinks he has everything under control.”
“He does. Until today.”
They went inside. Roman was in the living room, reviewing some documents. He barely looked up, greeting them with a distant wave and a “good morning.”