While Nathaniel keeps his hand on my back and leads me to the limousine, his driver opens the door for us.
“Good afternoon, Miss” He says giving me a nod: “Mr. Rossi” repeats the action with Nathaniel, waits for both of us to get in, closes the door, and walks towards the driver's seat. “Where are we going, sir?” Asks the driver.
“Which way Polly?” Nathaniel asks, turning to me.
“To Green Nursery, on 5th Avenue” I answer in a whisper.
“You heard Robert.”
“Yes, sir” The driver answers.
Once we exit the building and merge into traffic, Nathaniel asks me: “Why don't you get a daycare closer?”
I feel angry again, I don't know what it is about this man that gets on my nerves.
“The company doesn't have a daycare service for its employees and the only daycare nearby has a bad reput
