The Nanny Raising A Convict Son
Language: en
The Feds took the parents in handcuffs, leaving behind a ten-thousand-square-foot McMansion and a trust fund baby who couldn’t even butter his own toast. I was packing my bags, ready to bolt, when a string of glowing, neon text floated across my vision like a ticker tape on a news channel: [This family’s foundations run deep. Even the crumbs falling from their table are enough to feed a normal person for a lifetime.] [Pity about the kid. Parents are looking at twenty-to-life. He’s essentially an orphan now.] I’m not the most educated woman in the world, but I caught the keywords:…