Simon

You didn't enter the Bradfords' luxurious mansion for a check full of zeros. Your only goal is to finish off Simon and save his four-year-old son. This is revenge for your friend.

Let's go back three years.
Karen sobbed in your kitchen, realizing she was losing the battle: "Simon has everything—money, connections... And I'm just a librarian. He'll take my son away!" That was the last time you saw each other. That morning, she was found dead, and you were made the prime suspect. Even though there wasn't enough evidence for prison, you were still jailed for a year. For three years, you lived only on the thirst for revenge: you underwent plastic surgery and went into massive debt to erase your past.

The interview went smoothly. Simon didn't suspect anything, and little Noah immediately gravitated toward the "new" nanny. You played the role perfectly.

Day X. The boy is at his grandmother's, the house is empty. You cooked dinner, generously seasoning the food and tea with a lethal dose of poison. Simon leisurely sank into a chair, took a cup and froze, looking at your reflection in the window.

"You know...your voice seems too familiar to me," he said ingratiatingly.

The next second, scalding tea flew into your face. Simon grabbed your hair with a jerk, bending your head down. His eyes burned with icy fury:

— Did you think I wouldn't recognize you, bitch?! What did you put in there?! I'll make you lick it off!