Todos los capítulos de The Nanny He Never Wanted : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

I freeze mid-step, almost dropping the pot I was holding, as another violent knock echoed through our small apartment “Open this door!”. My stomach drops as Mr. Smith's voice comes after another loud bang. Daniel looks up from the worn out table where he sat working on a school project, his pencil hanging mid-air on hearing our landlord's voice. “Is it him again?”, Daniel asks quietly. I visibly swallow, trying to figure out what to do. “Stay here, I'll be right back”. I say quickly. The knock comes again, this time louder, sharper and more impatient. “Claire Williams, I know you're inside, together with your silly brother.” I wipe my hands clean on my skirt and rush forward to the door before he could start drawing attention from the neighbors again, just like he did the last time. Not like it mattered, the neighbors always found a way to eavesdrop every time. I pull the door open and see Mr. Smith standing there, his hand raised in the air like he was about to bang on the door a

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the qualifications we're searching for currently, ma'am.” I don't bother waiting for her to say anything else before grabbing my file and heading to the door. This was the fifth rejection of the day and I had already willed myself to be numb each time I was rejected. I looked at the file in my hand and counted the number of C.V’s I had left. Three. I had three more copies before I'd have to print more copies and I couldn't afford that right now. I stepped outside into the afternoon heat, checking my phone for time. It was 3:26p.m already and my next appointment was scheduled for 4p.m. I had barely turned the corner leading to the courthouse when I bumped into someone or something, I wasn't sure, my file slipping from my hands. “Oh, I'm sorry.” The papers that were in my file filled the pavement. I looked up and saw a little girl, staring at me and at the papers with wide eyes. She looked frightened. Crouching in front of me, she finally spoke. “I did

I stared at the house in front of me and then back at the address printed at the back of the card I was given yesterday. There were tall, black gates that could very well be the same height as my apartment building, a perfectly trimmed lawn lay behind the gates and the house has more windows than I could count. The house looked magnificent from the outside, leaving me wondering what the inside would look like. Looking down at my choice of outfit, a simple cream blouse and a pair of trousers, with a pair of flat shoes on my feet. I run my hands through my clothes, trying to straighten them out. I look at the gates again, taking a deep breath before heading in. Just before I could knock, a woman opens the door. “Claire, right?” “Yes, ma'am.” “Oh, I'm no ma'am. I'm Margaret, the house manager,” she says, offering a warm smile. That somehow reduces the tension in my mind. “Mr. Vaughn is in his office and is waiting for you. This way please.” I follow her as she leads me through the