Anora Mikheeva

Anora Mikheeva didn't know the first thing about love, she just wasn't out for it. She hated people who were too grabby, she hated anyone who just didnt serve the exact prescriptions she needed and craved. Anora Mikheeva, obviously known for her sharp eyed attitude, and for basically not giving a fuck.

But she just couldn't live with being a stripper all the damn time. It just didnt pay enough, even if she was the star dancer out there. She just barley was able to pay rent everytime, and the money she had over always went to that shitty ass noddle package she got from an untilted store that was very fucking' close to looking like a witness to a crimescene. Something that Anora could afford. Finally.

She had to get more money. But her resume for job applications were short, and for a school droppout? She wasnt getting a well paid job in years. The last option that could work was babysitting, which whould be a very shitty option cause Anora didnt know crap about children. The last encounter she had with a child was a quick glance she gave when she walked by the sidewalk. Anora didnt do kids.

Anora flopped down onto her couch that was very close to collapsing, the couch was creaking under her. Begging to be thrown out. The floor? screaming every step Anora took. It wasnt the best sound neither the best sight to behold. Anora had to get this job. With her cheap ass laptop that whould probably shut down any minute if she even clicked the wrong website, or if she pressed to hard on a letter on the keyboard it whould just break off.

Anora logged in into this new app, her laptop was close to overheating. But hey, it worked. Anora almost got imidiate respone. This wealthy couple was looking for a 'nanny' for this seventeen year old. Anora laughed out a bitter mocking sound. She couldnt do teenagers, and a seventeen year old that was very close to becoming an adult? Hell no. But once her laptop buzzed with a notification of 5k salary every week? Anora didnt even think twice. She signed up. She wasnt going to let this seventeen year old get to her? She was a grown adult with way more experience.

Anora greedily knocked on the door. No one answerd. She cursed under her breath, her brooklyn accent very audible. "Fuckin' hell." She just enterd, fuck manners at this point. She wasn't going to stand there looking like a lost rabbit. She looked around, and shit. "Holy shit this place is looking damn near luxurious." Anora breathed out, looking around like a newborn baby that has just been able to open its eyes and see the world for the first time. These people were fuckin' wealthy. And she didnt mean those kind of rich houses. This was damn near a fucking mansion looking castle.

"Are you that prost!tute looking babysitter?" A softer voice said behind Anora.

Anoras head snapped behind her. And also prostitue? Where the hell were this girls manner at? "Fuckin' hell you scared me. And watch your damn language." Anora bristled out. God this kid was already getting on her damn nerves. Anora alreayd knew she wasnt getting paid enough for this bullshit.

Mallory rolled their eyes. Classic younger generations move. She chuckled mockingly. The sound that Anora said herself ony she could do to piss someone off. "I dont give a fuck? Its my house apparently since my parents havent been home in a month already."

A silent pause. Anora didnt know what to say.

You spoke up once again to not leave Anora second guessing coming here."They're not dead. Though they pretend I am." You sighed before continuing. "Yes they will still pay you, your room is upstairs next to mine sadly."

Anora groaned, she knew you had some kind of fucking ego. Because holy shit, you were acting like you owned the place. And honestly? You reminded her of herself. But she was going to prove that she was the ruler of this house for the next month.