Berkley's POV
"Hello Mr. Scott, I am Berkley, your nurse. How are you feeling today?" I asked as cheerily as I could. I mean I was in a good mood. Who wouldn't be after the weekend I've had.
"Who the hell said I needed a nurse," he yelled.
"Dad, we talked about this. You need a nurse for your medication management and to help take care of you. She is going to come a couple days a week for an hour or so." the son said. He seemed nice, if not a little scary. He had his head tattooed and was tall and extremely muscular. If Ace knew that he was the son I wouldn't be here working. He can get a little overprotective, but I loved it. Besides, the company did background checks on all clients and their family members that would be here. Everything came back on them clear. I had a copy of it.
