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My dad died in September of 2015, and a few weeks later, I met Chad.
We'd only been together for three months, but I knew right away that he
soulmate and that I was going to be with him forever.
But if dealing with my dad's death wasn't enough, life had another
store for us.
Hey, what did the doctor say?
Surgery. Even though the tumor's benign.
It's in my brain. Without insurance, it's going to cost about $150 ,000.
$150 ,000?
We don't have that type of money.
We'll figure this out, okay?
Helping Chad was more important to me than anything, but my minimum wage job
wasn't going to put a dent in that $150 ,000 I needed.
So I hit the ground running, applying for every possible job I qualified for,
none of which paid much.
And it wasn't until I met the Joneses that my luck changed.
The Joneses were a wealthy couple.
Looking for a live -in nanny for their nine -month -old daughter, Isabella. And
they were offering more money than I could have imagined.
So you are going to be okay with the two grand a week?
Do you mean $200 a week?
$1 ,000.
$2 ,000 a week.
That's not going to be a problem, is it?
No, no problem.
Good.
Because... We think that you're going to fit in perfectly here.
It was like finally my life was taking a turn for the better. A six -figure
salary meant that I could help Chad pay for his surgery and that we could start
our lives together.
But he was skeptical, of course.
What's the catch?
I have to live there five days out of a week. But I get weekends off.
No, I mean, like, what's the catch with the money?
It's a three -month trial period at first, but I don't think they're making
$2 ,000 until after that.
But what if they just fire you at the end of the trial period? Then you're not
even going to make that money.
They're not like that.
Can't you just ask the executor of your dad's will if you can get your
inheritance a little bit sooner? I really don't want you to do all this
just for me.
I don't mind.
I know it's not as much as we thought at first, but it's something for now.
I just feel really bad asking you for all this money. Stop it.
I'd get my own job if I could, but the doctor said that I have to take it easy
until I get my health in order.
Then let me take care of us. I'll send you half of my checks every week until
can save enough up for your surgery.
Okay, I love you.
Everything's going to be okay.
And? It did work out, at least for the first month, until
the dark side of the situation revealed itself.
Jay, this is our new babysitter, Malka.
Nice to meet you.
Jay was our babysitter before we hired you.
That's nice. Where do you work now?
Here. I handle Sylvia's personal stuff.
Um, we like to promote from within.
Oh, that's good to know.
Well, if you need anything, we'll be upstairs.
Okay.
She's cute, isn't she? Mm -hmm. And completely Ryan's type.
Everyone wins.
Exactly.
Think she will last three months?
Who knows?
I hope so.
Hmm.
Things at the Joneses weren't as perfect as I had initially thought.
Maybe Chad was right.
Maybe this situation was too good to be true.
There's Jeff.
oh yeah oh
yeah
Oh.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh, shit.
I think we need to talk about what happened earlier today.
What happened?
When you saw Jay and I.
I wasn't watching.
It's okay.
I mean, we probably should have told you before we offered you the position.
But Ryan and I are in an open marriage.
We want you to feel free to experiment with things while you're here with us.
It does wonders for clitoral stimulation.
I can show you if you'd like.
Chad needed the money.
And I was willing to do whatever it took to make as much as I could for him.
Did she buy it?
Of course she bought it. Good, because getting that cat again wasn't fucking
easy. Yeah, how did you get that thing anyway?
I parted with an old neurosurgeon that my mom used to see.
Blair, I have patients waiting on me. You don't give me what I want, I'm going
to cause more drama for you than I am right now.
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