Daphne Collins, a 21-year-old aspiring artist who is attempting to make her way in the world of the bustling New York City. Though when a new nannying job gets offered to her, she takes it, hopeful that it'll give her the extra money and nudge to ma...
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Chapter Song - Stuck In The Middle With You by Stealers Wheel
Danny has been stressed recently. I can tell and the girls can as well. He's home later, grumpier. and either always in his office or on a call.
It's putting a toll on the girls. They're not as joyful, energetic, and Danny has hardly been home so they haven't spent as much time with him as usual.
Now Danny is usually a busy man, but he has his hours. 7am to 5pm, and off on weekends. And no, I don't know his work hours because I may or may not have a small crush on him.
Thats not it. His work hours and schedule came in my files, and as the nanny, I have to know when he'll be home. But, of course he hasn't been letting me know. So my hours are longer and i've had less time for myself.
As nannies we get certain hours 'off'. At my old jobs I just wouldn't come in, go home and be away from them for as long as my time was off. But since I live here, I use my time off to go out and meet with my mum or call my best friend; Mary, or spend time painting.
Neither activities have I been able to do for the past two weeks, because he's been so incredibly busy and i'm annoyed. Not only is he barely seeing his daughters, or not updating me on work schedule, and he's been incredibly snappy.
Just the other day Bridie wanted to ask her dad a question while he was on the phone and kept calling him. I guess it was bothering him because he snapped and told her to 'go away'. Of course I got pissed, but I didn't step in.
Well I am now.
"Danny," I say firmly walking straight into his office, because frankly I don't care if he's busy. He's being unprofessional and, well, shitty.
"I'm busy," his gruff voice speaks, but I ignore him and walk straight up to his desk.
I plant my hands firmly on his dark oak desk, matching the oak office thats large but feels small from the tall built-in bookshelves and dark decor. "Don't care," I say and his head snaps up, his gaze now fixated on mine.
"Daphne-" he begins, but I cut him off. Nuh uh, if he thinks he's got a place to talk right now, he thought wrong.
"No, you don't get to talk," I tell him and he blinks back. "For two weeks i've held in my opinion on your behaviour, but i've had enough. One, you've been a shit boss, not updating me on your work schedules, calling when your leaving or getting home," I begin.
"But you've been rude, snappy and frankly a piece of shit to your daughters. I mean just this morning you raised your voice at Hallie because she was trying to show you something. Sorry, but I won't have you yelling at your daughters," I finish, breathing harshly as he stares at me blankly.
"I-," He begins, but once again I cut him off.
"Also, frankly I don't care if i'm being 'unprofessional' or my language is 'inappropriate', because I didn't sign up for this type of behaviour," I tell him.
