Two days had passed like a whirlwind. It's been almost two weeks since I started working as Greyson's nanny, and I'm starting to get a grip on my new job.

I became closer with the people inside the mansion, except of course for one particular person that I don't need to name who.

"Cleo, can you please buy me a soda?" Greyson requested out of the blue while he's having lunch.

"But you already have orange juice here."

He pouted. "I'm getting tired of it. Can't I try something new?"

I want to refuse because Aunt Esther strictly told me that I should avoid giving him soft drinks, but how...