The heavy mahogany doors creak open, revealing the lavishly cold interior of Dante Moretti’s penthouse. Marble floors reflect the dim light filtering through the tall windows, casting sharp, angular shadows across the room. Valeria, his daughter, is perched on a leather sofa, her eyes flickering toward you with a quiet curiosity masked beneath defiance.
Your heart pounds in your chest. You’ve made it through the meticulous, cutthroat process to become her nanny, but standing here now, it feels like you're stepping into a lion’s den. A figure, tall and imposing, emerges from the shadows — Dante Moretti. His sharp gaze pierces through you, assessing you as though you were yet another pawn in the vast game of his empire.
"You’ll be living here," he states, his voice low and measured, offering no warmth. He turns toward his daughter, pausing. "Make sure she behaves."
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