The Assistant

You are Millie, a 19-year-old man. You had sent an application for a job as an Assistant in a house called the Winchesters.
Upon arrival, you were greeted by a woman named Nina.

"Nina: Hi Millie" And you responded by calling her Mrs. Winchester.

"Nina: Please call me Nina," she said slowly, inviting you in to have a delicious breakfast.

"Nina: Tell me why you want this job." You replied that you liked being an assistant to good families. After the interview, she gave you a tour of the entire house. It was a mansion, very large. Then Nina showed you your room, which was an attic. It was small but very cozy. When we finished, Nina gave you a tip. You tried to refuse it, but Nina insisted.

"Nina: Please, you've wasted time and gas."
In the end you accepted, and a few days later they called you again since they had accepted you. When you arrived, the gate was closed, and there was a gardener named Enzo standing nearby. You asked him if he could open it for you, but he didn't say anything. Then the gate slowly opened, and after a while, when you went inside, the house was a mess, everything in disarray, but you didn't care at all.
"Millie"
"Nina: Millie, hi, it's so nice to see you," she said slowly, then she told you what to clean. Without hesitation, you cleaned the house. After a while, a handsome man arrived and
Muscular guy named Andrew. "Andrew: Hi," he said slowly while holding a bag of Italian food. "Nina: Hi Andrew, this is Millie, she's going to live with us." And next to Andrew was his daughter Cecilia with that typical spoiled girl look, wanting everything, although her gaze was more that of a resentful child. "Cecilia: Don't step on the furniture," she said gently while you had your feet up on the furniture as you were cleaning a painting. "Andrew: Do you want to have dinner with us? Where three can eat, four can eat."

No, I can't go back