“You keep your creator IP,” Amara continues. “Anything you develop, any curriculum or content you make, that’s yours. Not his. If you pilot anything for him, that’s a separate lane with separate compensation.”
I hadn’t even thought that far ahead.But she has. Because she’s smarter than me and actually passed the bar instead of just spending time in them.
“And an exit clause,” she finishes. “One that’s not punitive. You can leave if it’s not working. He can let you go if it’s not working. No one gets trapped.”
I’m still writing. My hand is cramping.
“This is a lot of rules for a nanny job,” I say.
“This is a lot of complication for a nanny job,” Amara counters. “You need a rock solid contract. Especially with a billionaire.”
Especially with abillionaire.
Yeah, she’s not wrong.
“What if I’m terrible at it?” I ask quietly. “I don’t know anything about kids. They make me nervous. I can’t even walk past a school without getting anxious because they’re all just... loud and unpredictable and I was that anxious kid once and I barely survived it.”
“So you understand her.”
“Or I’m completely unqualified.”
“Maybe both are true.” Amara’s voice softens. “But you need the money. And he specifically asked for you. So either he’s an idiot or he sees something you don’t. Or he just really liked fucking you.”
I bite my lip. Taste blood.
“Sorry,” Amara says. “That last one was uncalled for.” But she giggles anyway.
“Amara!” I hiss.
“Sorry again,” Amara says. “I just find it hard to process the whole sex thing. What was it like? No, wait, don’t answer that.” She exhales. “Okay, seriously though, you could be good at this.”
“I still don’t know...”
There’s a long silence. Then Amara says, “What are you really afraid of?”
That I’ll fall for him.
That I’ll mess up his kid.
That I’ll prove everyone right when they stopped watching me.
That I’m not good enough.
That I never was.
“That it’ll be weird,” I say instead.
“It’ll definitely be weird. But weird pays rent.”
I laugh. It comes out shaky.
“Okay,” I hear myself say. “How do I tell him I’ll interview?”
“You text him. Right now. Before you talk yourself out of it.”
“What do I say?”
“Keep it simple. Professional. You’re considering the position and want to discuss terms.”
