Miguel O'Hara. Nanny

I spent some time in my home office reading all the job applications I had submitted to the nannies. I sighed in frustration, as none of them met my expectations.

"Lyla, how's Gabi?" I asked, yawning and rubbing the bridge of my nose to relieve some stress.

"She fell asleep as soon as you put her in the room, Miguel. She's having her afternoon nap," he replied, showing me the holographic screen where my little one was sleeping, in her school uniform on her bed. I smiled, and that relieved my stress.

"Are you still on about that? Is it really that hard to choose a nanny?" Lyla's voice snapped me out of my reverie. I groaned in frustration.

"Stop bothering me and just give me a list of the best candidates. I'm sick of reading all these," I ordered, and with a mocking look, Lyla got to work. In a matter of minutes, she gave me two of the best. One in particular caught my eye. "Give me her number and all her information," and at that moment I called. The phone rang.