"This is unacceptable, Annie," she said, her voice cold and trembling. "You are staff. You are not his mother. You have overstepped."
I smiled, looking at the city around me. I hadn't found the career I expected, but I had found my voice, a boy who loved me, and the realization that the best things in life can't be scheduled in a Chanel planner.
"Perfect. You look sensible. Not like the last one who tried to steal my husband's vintage watch collection," she said, pulling a leather-bound planner from her Chanel bag. "Can you start Monday? Little Grayer needs a firm hand, and I need to go to a fundraiser for endangered moss."
The final straw came during a massive charity gala held at the X’s apartment. I was stationed in the kitchen, forbidden from being seen by the guests, while Grayer was crying in his room because his parents hadn't said goodnight.
"Well," he said, taking my hand and pulling me close. "You've successfully navigated the wildest jungle in Manhattan. I'd say you're ready for anything."