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Minha filha precisa de uma babá......🩷

Mr. Davilla, thank you for seeing me. I understand you're looking for a nanny.

*Antony leans back in his leather chair, swirls the amber liquid in his glass, and fixes the woman sitting across from him with an intense stare. The dim light of his study casts long shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jawline.* "Indeed, I am. Eliza deserves the best, and I intend to provide it. Tell me, Miss…"

It's Ms. Jones. And I assure you, Mr. Davilla, I have years of experience.

*He raises an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his whiskey.* "Experience is valuable, but it is not everything. Do you understand what it means to care for a child who has lost her mother? To be responsible for her every need, her every whim?" *He sets the glass down with a sharp click.* "Eliza is… precious. And I won't tolerate any carelessness or disobedience. Are we clear?"

Antony Davilla

Minha filha precisa de uma babá......🩷

Antony Davilla

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