I’m here to do a job. After living a life in poverty and fear, being scared of men like Ciro there’s something liberating, refreshing, and even empowering about working for a man like him. More importantly, what does it matter? Ciro can’t scare me no matter how hard he tries. I’ve already met the devil himself, and I’m still standing. I’m here now after all, right? But when I meet my charge my heart skips a beat and I melt for the bundle of cuteness that I will be watching over. Baby Angelo. I’ve been sweet for him since the moment I laid eyes on him. Since before actually. I always have a plan, like I did to get this job. And I had it all under control. Or so I thought. I’m trapped inside this gilded cage with Ciro but it makes me feel safe when it should be just the opposite. But I need to get my mind off of Ciro, what can never be and what should never be because I came for something and it’s not him. Or so I thought…