Chapter 174: Some nobody?
Andrew was quite impressed with the actual state of the daycare. It was divided into several spaces, and all of the spaces were geared towards the children, learning and playing. There was a cute nap room, a fake kitchen, several ’classrooms’ as well as a good sized play space for general activities. They had several classes for different age ranges, and it seemed that the people here who worked here were quite qualified.
What Andrew was not impressed with was the manager who was showing them around.
She was...making it very obvious that she was unhappy with them. It was clear that she was looking forward to Mr. Beckett, and not Mr. Knox. It was very disheartening, especially since she was the one who was in charge of the kids.
She had no idea what the kids would amount to. She’d had some success in raising the kids well, but half of that was the fact that the kids came from wealth. Andrew wondered if all of the dollar signs had gone to her head. It was the only thing he could use to justify her behaviour, even if he didn’t like it.
He felt like chopped liver. She barely explained the facilities to him, and if he asked questions, she behaved as if that was the worst thing he ever could have done to her. She was impatient, not letting them linger in a room, and was even worse when she saw an employee. As if she was embarrassed to be showing him around.
The longer this went on, the more tension he could feel from Maxwell’s grip on his hand. At this point, Andrew couldn’t blame the man. He was pissed too.
He kept asking questions though, and kept pushing forward. He was not going to let this lady bully him, even if he had to fight to keep his pheromones under control. Maxwell being beside him the whole time helped, and he was grateful that he’d asked Dr. Cox so many questions over the last two weeks.
That meant he actually had some real questions to ask her. Like play time, snack time, what would happen if someone wasn’t going down for nap time? Simple things, that proved he wasn’t a complete dunce, or hadn’t been around a child older than 12 months.
Which was true. Andrew usually only saw kids while they were still babies before the Moms would get caught up with their lives, he’d get caught up with his life, and then they’d slowly drift apart.
Shaking himself, Andrew stared at the kitchen before him, how it was practically spotless, while having all the same kind of equipment as Maxwell’s, and his eye twitched.
"Where do you get your food sourced from?" Andrew asked and she gave him a strange look.