Chapter 2 The Interview

Emily's P.O.V

We arrive at the door of the CEO's office. I am tensed and got some reason, my heart beats fast.

"Are you nervous?" Sasha asks.

"A little. He looks strict in his photos," I respond.

She chuckles as she knocks gently on the door. We wait for a moment before she opens the door and there he is, my future boss.

He is resting on his desk with his hands, his shirt barely buttoned to the top. He has a manly peppered stubble, his cheekbones are well defined and his eyes are almond-shaped.

Just like in the picture, probably worse; he has a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile.

There's another man seated before him. They seem to be discussing something important as he pays no attention to me and Sasha walks into his office.

"Christopher, all I'm saying is we should increase the price of flight tickets for them. It would increase our gain by ten percent," says the man with him.

He turns his gaze to me. "What do you think?"

"Who? Me?" I ask, unsure of who he is referring to.

"Yes. What do you think is the best way to get pregnant women to be comfortable flying with us?" Christopher asks.

"Well, honestly, I think the first thing you should do is cut down the price of flight tickets for pregnant women," I respond.

He is intrigued by my response and makes a gesture for me to continue.

"With the expenses that come with pregnancy, I don't think anyone wants to pay a huge fee just to get a flight out," I add.

A smile spreads across his lips, but it is quickly replaced with that cold expression I had seen earlier.

"Dorian. I want a detailed report on her suggestion on my desk first thing tomorrow morning," Christopher orders.

"But, Christopher?"

"Do I need to repeat myself, Dorian? I don't mind giving Miss. Emily, your job, besides she's already here for an interview," he threatens.

Dorian scuffs. "I'll have the report ready tomorrow morning."

He walks out of the office, bickering all the way.

"I apologize for that, Miss Emily Willows," he says softly as he takes a seat.

His eyes linger on me for a moment, and I feel my muscles tense up.

"I'll take my leave now, Mr. Christopher," Sasha mumbles, ending the weird silence among us.

She walks out of the office, closing the door behind her, and leaving me alone with Mr. Christopher.

"So, Emily Willows, you want to be the nanny of my kids?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. "Yes, I do."

"What qualifications do you have?"

The question sounds unethical judging by the job I'm applying for. But I mean, of course, everyone would want to know more about someone you are about to be the nanny for your kids.

"Well, I went to cooking school," I respond.

He chuckles. A gesture I didn't expect from him. "I guess my kids would feed well."

I giggle.

"Why do you want to be a nanny? There are so many other jobs you could apply for. So why be a nanny?" He asks again.

His questions are deep and personal but I can't help but want to answer him.

"I've been fired from five jobs in the past week. My apartment rent is due and honestly, I badly need the money. Plus, I love kids and I guess that's a bonus," I answer him sincerely.

He doesn't look at me.

My response might not be what he expected and I can't tell if he is happy or not by the look on his face.

"What's your dream, Miss Emily?"

I pretend not to hear him. "What did you say, sir?"

"The reason you wake up every morning and continue to push forward. What do you want to achieve?" he asks again, simplifying his statement earlier on and making his voice more audible.

"I guess the hope for a day I wake up in a castle, with a good life," I tease, but he barely chuckles.

I clear my throat gently. "I want to have my very own restaurant. A place to satisfy the hunger of both the rich and poor. It's the only thing I have ever dreamed of."

My response seems to please him. He stands to his feet, doing his best to his the beautiful smile I am certain I saw.

"Sasha!" he calls and in a swift moment, there is a gentle tap on the door and Sasha walks in.

He whispers something to her. I am not sure what it is, but it makes her giggle a bit.

"Miss Emily, the second part of this interview will take place at my house," he announces.

"Your house? Why is that?" I question him, unsure of his intentions.

"What better way to know if you can be my kids' nanny than having them test you themselves?" he responds.

He has a good point there and I remain silent and allow him to continue with what he has to say.

"Sasha will give you my contact card and house address. I look forward to seeing you this evening," he adds and gestures for me and Sasha to leave his office.

"How many kids does he have?" I ask Sasha as we walk back to the reception room.

"Twins," she responds, bringing out a business card from under her desk.

"Mr. Christopher has twin boys," she adds and hands me the contact card.

I stare at it for a moment. The address looks familiar like somewhere I've been before.

"Mr. Christopher returns home from the office by 9 pm, so you should be there by 9:30 pm," she informs me.

I nod my head in a gesture of agreement and take my leave.

Feeling relieved from the first part of the interview being a success, I look forward to seeing his twin boys, and hopefully, things with them would be easier than standing face to face with their father.

I stop a taxi and inform him of where I am heading to.

Natasha has texted me a million times asking how things are going. I don't know what to say to her until this evening, then I'd know if I got the job or not.

She texts again, this time demanding an answer.

I sigh and switch off my phone. In an attempt to put it into my purse, the business card which Sasha gave me falls off.

I pick it up from the car floor and stare at it for a moment.

I take a deep breath. "This could be the start of something new."