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thought. I heard my daughter's babysitter yelling

and enraged. I stormed into the room just as her nanny Sandra was yelling at

d relieved to see me, while Sandra seemed like a sweetheart caught in the headlights. She came over to my s

rcom and dialled Mrs. Garcia, my housekeeper. "Mrs. Garcia, please come to Emelia's room with all of Ms. Jamison's things right away." "Yes, sir," she answered. "Miss Jamison, violence is not tolerated in my household. It was not appropriate for you to yell at my daughter or injure her. You ought to

" The cuteness of her made me laugh. Praise not, princess. I made a joke about how you might get stuck like that if the wind changes. She chuckled. "You're so silly, daddy." I tickled her and remarked, "Silly for you." She laughed and squealed. "Well, let's go downstairs first and see what Mrs. Garcia has prepared for us for dinner," I remarked, grinning at her. I took her downstairs to the kitchen. Evelyn, our call name for Mrs. Garcia, turned to face us and grinned. She said, "I've prepared your favourite Lia." My daughter joyfully clapped her small fists. "Giddy up! I love puggles." Evelyn and I chuckled. "Well, just give me a minute, and it will be ready," Evelyn grinned at us and said. "Primessa, why don't you stay here for a minute?" I said to Lia as I seated her on one of the stools. All I have to do is make a few phone calls. Please don't move, Piccola. It would help if you didn't tumble off the stool. With a nod. "Okay, Daddy." Before turning to go, I nodded curtly to Evelyn. I urgently need a new nanny. Ick it. At the last minute, where am I going to find someone? I wish to avoid visiting the agency once more. Even though I no longer trust them, I still need to contact them to inform them of Ms Jamison's behaviour. The agency repeatedly apologised and assured me Ms Jamison would receive discipline and be let go once I informed them about the incident. They intend to submit an incident report as well. I declined their offer to assign me another nanny, even though they assured me she was the greatest. About Ms. Jamison, they have stated as much and see how things turned out. I'm currently pacing my office, thinking how I'm going to get my kid a proper babysitter. My thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of the intercom. The voice of my daughter welcomes me. "Daddy, get your spaghetti ready," she cried out. "I'll be right down principessa." We'll deal with this eventually. I dressed Lia for bed after supper, and we watched Frozen in her playroom. It has recently become her favourite. Resolved, she took a seat at her bean bag. It took her a few seconds to begin singing. I laughed and said, "Let it grow, grow..." She insisted, "Sing with me, Daddy!" I joined her in song after laughing. My employees and rival businesses would be busy if they could hear me rig