“She comes from a different generation. Women didn’t quit over handsy bosses or lack of career growth in her day. She thinks I’m a snowflake.”

“No, she doesn’t. She’s just a mom worried about her daughter being on the other side of the world.”

I cringed. “Was this a good idea?”

“Stop it, Josie. Yes. It was a good idea. The fricking best idea any of us have had, period. You’re a lucky bitch, you know that?”

“You’re right. If I’m a snowflake about anything, it’s that I’m currently sitting on a yacht in the south of France with a hot, widowed billionaire and complaining about it.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

“On that note, you realize he’s a complete paparazzi magnet? What if someone is curious enough about the new nanny to dig up my family history? That would kill my mom, if things came to light again.”

“You’re out of context,” she soothed. “In another country. And it happened so long ago. There’s no way anyone will recognize you. Also, you’re essentially the help. No one pays the help any attention. You’re practically invisible.”

I thought of Monsieur Pascale’s intense scrutiny when he met me and didn’t feel like I was invisible to him at all. More like someone he disapproved of. And he didn’t even know me.

“And even if they did,” Meredith went on, “would any French people care about an obscure financial crime in Charleston? No offense.”

I didn’t have the energy to correct her that my stepfather’s clients weren’t limited to America. “I don’t think my new boss likes me,” I said, trying to change the subject. “I felt like a microbe under a microscope. Do I not look like a normal nanny?” I sat up.

Meredith laughed. “He probably just thinks you’re hot.”

“Shut it, Mer!” I squeaked and heard Tabs say something in the background.

“What did Tabs say?”

“She told me to shut it too. Dang, I was just joking. Maybe he was having a bad day. Hey,” she directed at something Tabitha said again.

“Maybe he was,” I said, thinking even Evan had said he was normally friendlier.

“Tabs wants a turn,” Meredith said. “I love you and miss you, bitch face. Here she is.”

“Love you too, bye.”

“Hey, Josie,” Tabs greeted me. “You get there safely?”

“Yep. All tucked into my watery coffin,” I half joked. “Hey, do you know anything about what happened to his wife?”

“Actually, I don’t. And I haven’t done too much looking into it. There’s not much online. What were you told?”