Chapter 4 I Actually Got the Job
Waiting was torture.
Actual torture.
I was convinced that whoever invented the phrase "good things come to those who wait" had never waited for an important email in their entire life.
Because if they had, they would know that waiting was horrible.
Absolutely horrible.
I stared at my phone again.
Nothing.
No email.
No notification.
No life changing message telling me whether or not I had completely embarrassed myself in front of the most intimidating man in the United Kingdom.
I groaned and flopped backwards onto the couch.
"This is painful."
Sophie looked up from her laptop.
"You have checked your email seventeen times in the last ten minutes."
"Seventeen is not that many."
"It is when the interview was yesterday."
Clara sat cross legged on the floor with a book in her hands.
"They will contact you when they contact you."
I turned my head dramatically toward her.
"That is not helpful."
She shrugged calmly.
"It is realistic."
I grabbed a pillow and hugged it.
My brain replayed the interview again.
And again.
And again.
Dominic Blackwood.
Even thinking about his name felt slightly terrifying.
The man was unbelievably tall. At least six foot four if I had to guess. And he had the kind of face that made people stop talking when he walked into a room.
Sharp jawline.
Dark hair.
Grey eyes that looked like they could see straight through you.
And the permanent frown.
Seriously.
Did that man know how to smile?
I had not seen even the smallest hint of one.
Not even a polite one.
The moment he saw my dress his expression had looked like he was personally offended by the concept of ruffles.
I buried my face in the pillow.
"Do you think I looked ridiculous?"
Sophie laughed.
"You did look like you were going to a summer picnic."
"I told you that was the wrong outfit," Clara added.
I lifted my head and glared at them.
"It was friendly."
Sophie rolled her eyes.
"You keep saying that."
"It is true."
I sat up again.
"I am applying to take care of a child. I wanted to look approachable."
Clara closed her book.
"You were interviewing with a billionaire CEO."
"I know."
"And you wore a ruffled white dress."
"Yes."
She shook her head slowly.
"You are unbelievably stubborn."
I smiled.
"Thank you."
"That was not a compliment."
Too late.
I was already proud of my decision.
Even if Dominic Blackwood had looked like he wanted to throw me out of the room.
I reached for my phone again.
Still nothing.
I sighed loudly.
Sophie watched me with amusement.
"You are acting like you are waiting for exam results."
"This is worse than exam results."
"Why."
"Because if I fail an exam I can retake it."
"And if you do not get the job?"
"Then I have to keep job hunting."
Clara tilted her head.
"That does not sound terrible."
"It does if Sophie and you are already working in London and I am unemployed."
Sophie grinned.
"We would support you emotionally."
"I need financial support."
She laughed.
"Fair point."
I leaned back against the couch again.
The thought of living in London with my best friends had already taken over my imagination.
The small apartment.
The weekend brunches.
Exploring the city together.
Late night movie marathons.
It all sounded perfect.
But that dream depended on one thing.
Getting a job.
And somehow the nanny position had become the most interesting opportunity so far.
The mansion alone was enough to make anyone curious.
I still could not believe how huge it was.
The sleek black glass walls.
The modern design.
The reflecting pools.
The entire place looked like something from a futuristic movie.
It definitely did not look like the home of a four year old child.
Which reminded me.
Noah.
The quiet boy standing in the doorway.
The memory made me smile slightly.
He had not spoken.
But he had stayed.
Children were funny like that.
Sometimes they just observed before deciding what they thought about someone.
And something about the way he had looked at me made me feel strangely hopeful.
My phone buzzed.
All three of us froze.
I grabbed it so quickly I almost dropped it.
My heart started racing immediately.
Email notification.
Unknown sender.
I opened it.
For a moment I just stared at the screen.
Then my brain processed the words.
I gasped.
"I GOT IT."
Sophie nearly dropped her laptop.
"What."
"I GOT THE JOB."
Clara stood up immediately.
"Are you serious."
I jumped off the couch.
"I got the job."
My voice was so loud that Sophie started laughing.
"You are going to wake the entire building."
"I do not care."
I spun around in the middle of the living room.
"This is happening."
Clara grabbed my phone and read the email quickly.
"They want you to start in three days."
"Three days."
Sophie grinned.
"Amelia Carter is officially the nanny of a billionaire child."
I pointed at her dramatically.
"I am a professional."
"You wore ruffles to the interview."
"And it worked."
Clara handed the phone back to me.
"You realize you are moving into that giant house."
I looked at the email again.
Live in nanny position.
Accommodation provided.
I suddenly felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.
"Oh my gosh."
Sophie noticed immediately.
"What."
"I am actually going to live there."
She laughed.
"You just realized that."
"I was too focused on getting the job."
Clara smiled.
"You are about to live in one of the most expensive houses in London."
"And work for one of the richest men in the country," Sophie added.
I thought about Dominic again.
The cold expression.
The quiet authority.
The way his voice sounded calm but commanding at the same time.
"Okay," I said slowly.
"What."
"He is terrifying."
Sophie laughed.
"You survived the interview."
"Barely."
Clara crossed her arms.
"Do not worry."
"Why."
"You are impossible to intimidate."
That was probably true.
Even if I did think Dominic Blackwood looked like the human version of a thunderstorm.
But still.
I smiled.
Because this was exactly what I had wanted.
A new life.
A new city.
A new adventure.
And somehow that adventure had just begun in the most unexpected way possible.
As the nanny of a quiet four year old boy.
Working for the coldest CEO in London.
What could possibly go wrong.