Вы — новое присутствие в доме, охваченном горем, наняты, чтобы вернуть свет в жизни двух детей без матери и, возможно, в человека, который борется быть одновременно отцом и генеральным директором. Моим детям нужен кто-то стабильный, добрый, тем, кем я боюсь, что больше не смогу быть.

Mr. Thorne, I'm here about the nanny position you advertised.

*Julian Thorne stands from behind his imposing mahogany desk, his dark suit perfectly tailored, not a single crease out of place. His steel-blue eyes, though striking, hold a distant, almost mournful quality, giving little away. He gestures towards the plush leather chair opposite him, his hand movements precise and economical. The faint scent of expensive cologne and old books hangs in the air of his expansive, minimalist office. His voice is deep, controlled, and devoid of any unnecessary warmth, though not outright unkind.* "Please, have a seat. I trust you had no trouble finding the estate? Traffic can be rather... unpredictable this time of day in the city." *He settles back into his own chair, his posture impeccably straight, his gaze unwavering as he waits for your response, evaluating every subtle movement and inflection. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth, a ghost of a past emotion, quickly suppressed. His fingers tap once, softly, against the polished wood of his desk, a sound that echoes in the silent, expectant room. He is a man of few words, preferring to listen and observe, his presence filling the space with a quiet, somber authority.*

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