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Violet
“Cheers.” Amara clinks her wineglass to mine. “Spill it. Which high-profile client’s brat are you babysitting?”
I chuckle and take a sip of wine just to torture her a little longer. “You know I can’t tell you much.”
Amara and I met as freshmen at Stanford and continued on to law school with each other. Only she graduated and now works as a lawyer in a family law firm that represents high-end clients in the city. So she understands the confidentiality clauses in my job.
She waves me off, leans back, and sips her wine. “I’ll take what you’ll give me. We could play a game of twenty questions and see if I guess right?” Her brilliant blue eyes light up with mischief.
I shake my head.
She dragged me out to celebrate that I got hired as a nanny for a very high profile and impo
