Gray Hairs Ch. 2

The mystery woman, looked at the address the man gave her. Was this the place she would stay at? Mann co. sure must’ve been successful to purchase a place like this. She hated eccentric billionaires, and now she had one as a boss! Simply adorable. She rolled her eyes, and walked in wearing the clothes she normally wore, which sort of resembled a homeless bum. She looked far from nanny material. But she was sure the old man would see to that once she was inside.

She came up to the iron gate. Apparently something had to be kept out. Probably neighbors that let their pets shit in other people’s gardens. If that were the case then that could be one thing they had in common. She loved animals as much as the next girl, but if a cat got run over by accident, then the question should have been asked as to why the owner would let it be running around outside it’s home in the first place. She remembered back when she used to find dog poo in her backyard left behind by the neighbors dog. She also remembered flinging it into their pool with a shovel. Oh the good times. She looked and saw an intercom. She pushed the button. “Uhmm... hello? Is this Gray Mann’s manor?” As if even she had to ask.

“So you have finally arrived. Good. Please come in. I have been expecting you.” A male disembodied voice spoke from the intercom at the front gate. Instantly the gates opened. “You will find your uniform to your liking. I have taken into consideration your age and usual manner of dress. You will find a nice black t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and nice Converse brand high top sneakers. If you get cold a nice pink sweater will be available in your room. You will find your room on the basement floor its linked with an intercom so if Olivia needs you at night, she can ask for your assistance. I would also like it if you wore a white headband with a green flower, as Olivia loves the colour green and she loves flowers. You must look somewhat dignified given your lax uniform.”

“You’re the best.” She responded dully. She walked in through the gate, and was met with a nice kempt lawn that gleamed, precisely trimmed to the inch. She noticed that there were nice square hedges in the front of the lawn, but no flowers? “Didnt you just mention how much your daughter loves flowers?” she mumbled to herself, but Gray had heard her.

“I did, Olivia has a whole garden out back full of flowers of all kinds. It’s her personal fairy land, my pumpkin gets whatever she desires, within good reason that is. And of course if she has been behaved enough to deserve it.” He stood in the doorway. A butler held the door open. She laughed on the inside. Sugar daddy, much? She got whatever she wanted when she wanted. Having no true father of her own she couldn’t quite grasp what the fuss was all about with fathers and their daughters having to be princesses. Well, this princess would soon be getting her knight in shining armor to save her from her loneliness. She smiled, and picked up what she managed to pack into a duffel bag.

She looked at the butler. “It’ll be worth it. There’s a beautiful Christmas bonus at the end of the year.” The butler whispered as she passed by. Gray nodded and walked inside the house beckoning her to follow.

“Come! I’ll get you settled, Ms....” He turned around not quite catching her name. Perhaps he should have asked at the park. “Well, whatever your name is please, follow my butler. He will get you settled in. I have important business to attend to.”

“Alright.” She said grabbing her stuff as she followed the butler.

In no time the butler quickly made conversation with her. “So, another staff member. I don’t honestly know what your business here is. What has he hired you to do?”

“I’m official nanny.” She grumbled. “I’m alright with children, but something tells me it’s that dusty old artifact that will be the burden of me. He doesn’t seem like a people’s person.” She said following him down a long darkened flight of stairs. When he flicked the light on, there seemed to be a hall with fine carpet on the floor. Walls covered in wallpaper were lit with antique looking wall lamps. The hallway glowed. “So, tell me. What is his deal? I mean, what is so valuable about Australium that makes the man obsessed to have it?”

“To be honest miss Im not sure myself. But he needs it for some reason so we just do as he asks to try and make his life as peaceful as possible.” They kept walking till there was a room that had the word, “Nanny” over the door frame.

“Well isn't that just quaint. A room all for me.” She walked in, and sat her things down. The room wasn’t all that bad, though. It had a bed, dresser, closet, and everything anybody could need. She started unpacking all of her belongings, putting everything where it needed to go. She opened a cabinet from the dresser, and inside was a big long rolled up piece of paper with a ribbon tying it closed. It was a long list. On the top there was a title. The title read “Mansions Rules.” She shrugged. “Figures.” She unrolled it out long, to read the rules carefully.


Grey Manor Rules


1. No running in the house under any circumstances.
2. Dont leave any radios or televisions on. Use only radios and televisions particularly provided.
3. Do not touch the master’s property unless performing maid service. Stolen property will be tracked by camera.
4. No using the master’s refrigerator without permission. Nanny’s refrigerator will be closed at seven thirty.
5. No pets are allowed on the grounds.
6 There is a proper dress code. While nanny is on shift, dress code must be followed.
7. Stay well groomed. Shower regularly.
8. Hair above shoulders
9. Do not disturb the master when in study or is working. Master stops working after eight.
10. Breakfast at seven thirty in the morning, not a moment later or earlier.
11. Lunch at noon, not a moment later or earlier.
12. Dinner at five thirty in the evening, not a moment later or earlier.
13. Night tea at eight in the evening, not a moment later or earlier. No sugar, only milk. One biscuit.
14 Cleaning the master bedroom once per day, the rest of the mansion once in a week.
15. No alcohol is allowed on the grounds.
16. Use of the master’s swimming pool is prohibited unless under supervision, and permission.