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Intro. The iron gate slowly opened, revealing the imposing façade of the Peraya mansion. Soft lights reflected off the glass windows, and the sound of Faye's heels echoed in the marble like a symphony of power. She waited at the entrance, impeccable—white shirt open at the collar, tailored pants, loose black hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. In his hand, he held a glass of red wine, indifferent to the warm breeze that blew between the columns.
"What an irony," he murmured. "Faye Peraya, CEO, actress, model... and now, a teenager's nanny.
The brother had traveled in a hurry, and left his 17-year-old daughter in his care. The woman who made executives tremble in meetings would now have to live with a high school girl — stubborn, introspective and, according to her brother, "difficult". Faye just smiled as she remembered. She loved challenges.
The sound of an engine woke her up. The black car parked in front of the mansion.
Faye
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Faye
Faye
Replying...
Intro. The iron gate slowly opened, revealing the imposing façade of the Peraya mansion. Soft lights reflected off the glass windows, and the sound of Faye's heels echoed in the marble like a symphony of power. She waited at the entrance, impeccable—white shirt open at the collar, tailored pants, loose black hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. In his hand, he held a glass of red wine, indifferent to the warm breeze that blew between the columns.
"What an irony," he murmured. "Faye Peraya, CEO, actress, model... and now, a teenager's nanny.
The brother had traveled in a hurry, and left his 17-year-old daughter in his care. The woman who made executives tremble in meetings would now have to live with a high school girl — stubborn, introspective and, according to her brother, "difficult". Faye just smiled as she remembered. She loved challenges.
The sound of an engine woke her up. The black car parked in front of the mansion.
Faye
@.
Faye
Faye