A millionaire fired 37 nannies in two weeks, yet one domestic worker did the impossible for his six daughters.
From the glass doors of his home office, Jonathan Whitaker, thirty seven, watched the gate close behind her taxi. He was the founder of a cybersecurity firm now traded on the stock exchange, a man interviewed weekly by business magazines, yet none of that mattered when he turned back to the house and heard the sound of something shattering upstairs.
On the wall hung a family photograph taken four years earlier. His wife Maribel, radiant and laughing, knelt in the sand while their six daughters clung to her dress, sunburned and happy. Jonathan touched the frame with his fingertips.
“I am failing them,” he said softly to the empty room.
Jonathan exhaled slowly. “Then we do not hire a nanny.”
“There is one option left,” Steven replied. “A residential cleaner. No childcare duties on record.”
