Chapter 4 My son rejecting all the applicants

TIMMY POV

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I had posted job ads everywhere and started receiving calls and emails from hundreds of potential applicants. A lot of women had sent their CVS to fill in the Nanny's position. Well, I told them to meet me in the office today so that my son would choose his preferred lady for a nanny.

I wore my little son his pink wear and combed his hair evenly just like mine. I wore his socks and slid his legs into his favorite singing shoes.

I think I needed a nanny seriously. I don't think I could be doing this routine every day. I had been on him, taking care of him for the past an hour now and it had drained my time. A nanny would have handed this routine instead and I am damn sure that she would do it more perfectly than I do. being a single father to a two-year-old son was quite a task, and I knew I needed help.

I handpicked my wine suit and rounded it up with my dress. I slid my legs into my Italian shoes and stared at the mirror before me and lifted my son onto my arm.

I bounced into my car and my driver drove me to my office. Just as our car parked at the green parking slot behind an immensely tall building, I caught my boy looking surprisingly in a direction. I followed his focus to meet ladies calmly but excitedly seated on the visitor's lounges.

"Who could they be?" I asked myself as I stepped out of the car.

I walked towards them but before I got to them, my secretary walked opposite me with a look that made me think he knew what was going on and who those women were but just before I asked he said.

"Morning, sir. These are the women that came for the Nanny's position. They have been here since the rising of the sun" my secretary said.

Shock engulfed me as I scanned the women who were applying for the Nanny's position. These were highly valued women who should be in the office working but they are here to work as a nanny. I never knew vibrant women like them could wish to be a nanny but with the huge amount of money attached, they were here to apply.

I ordered them to come over to the conference room of my company. The conference room was huge, big enough to seat ten people comfortably and the table was big and round with papers, files, and documents scattered all over it.

I greeted each of the applicants as they walked in. There were women of all shapes, sizes, and ages, with different backgrounds and qualifications, but I quickly noticed that my son did not seem to like any of them. My son, Tim jnr, was a shy and introverted child, and he clung closely to me, avoiding the nannies at all costs.

My son, Timmy Jnr, was crying, and not ready to interact with those women coming in. I tried to convince him to interact with the applicants, but he simply refused to do so.

I even permitted him to point to each applicant that he didn't like so that I would silently dismiss them but he ended up pointing at every one of the applicants. I was so surprised by my son's instincts even though I knew that he had made the right decision but what on Earth did a little boy like him should have wanted?

As the morning progressed, I slowly observed the applicants one by one, but I couldn't make a decision. They all seemed qualified to take good care of my son, but my son kept rejecting them. Hours passed, and I was becoming increasingly frustrated. I couldn't seem to make a decision, and I didn't want to leave my son alone with any of the applicants if he wasn't comfortable around them. I wished he could just pick one of these ladies and let Daddy rest.

As the last applicant walked out of the conference room, I knew that I had to do something faster. My son had refused the good women coming and he was even more angrier and frustrated with them. He wasn't allowing anyone of them to touch or play around him. I called my secretary and told him to cancel all my appointments for the day. I then walked to the door and locked it, leaving me and my son inside the conference room alone.

I sat on one of the chairs, with my son in my lap, and started to think. I held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his little body. Timmy Jnr seemed not to understand that I was trying to help myself, he taught maybe I was giving him out just like the way I made him stay with my brother if only he could just adhere.