Babysitting The Billionaire's Adult Son

"Melanie Watson" the director calls out the name on the file, not taking his eyes off the anxious lady in front of him.

Melanie adjust on her seat, clutching tight at her dress.

"Yes, sir," she says, panicking as she watches the cranky man squeeze his face at her file.

She could swear she heard him sigh. The tension in the room is becoming increasing which makes Melanie's heart rise and fall at high speed.

"With this horrible credential, I don't think you can get a job as a cleaner at a bar, not to talk of securing a job here in Gordon enterprises," the director says, flailing the credentials across to her on the table which makes Melanie's face to falls in obvious disappointment.

Not like it was her first time getting rejected by an administrator, but this particular cull makes her heart sinks in grief.

"But... My records aren't that bad" Melanie says, trying to defend herself. Her voice comes out low which makes the director shake his head in confusion.

"Are you that nutty? Can't your stupid brain take a clue of the information I'm trying to pass? You're not competent to work for me." The angry man yells at her, taking a napkin from the table, and dabbing the tip of his funny-looking glasses.

Melanie feels hurt by his remarks but keeps herself calm as she doesn't want to get thrown out of the company.

The embarrassment wouldn't let her live to tell the story. She stands from the seat and packs the credentials inside her handbag and turns around to leave.

"You know... It would be a waste of time trying to look for a job when you could just get yourself a rich man, settle down with him and dwell in his riches. You'll age if you insist on a job hunt with your ridiculous credentials." the director smirked at the last line and Melanie nod her head negatively at the taunt.

"Thanks for your concern." Melanie smiles brightly at the director, who has a seductive smile plastered on his face.

"But I would love it if you can just shut the crap you called a mouth shut and mind your business," Melanie says shortly and stride towards the exit.

She heard the man chuckle and of course, she doesn't bother to spare him another glance.

Melanie Watson drags her feet out of the director's office and latches her lids together as soon as she gets outside of his office. She sighs sadly and rests her back on the door. She couldn't believe she just got rejected again.

"Oh good, Lord!" She sought for the umpteenth time and adjust her dress properly. Melanie dabs her jaw with the back of her palm, stretches her neck and strides out of the company. Getting outside the company, the forenoon sun bore on her skin and she drag her feet towards the bus station. She meet no one there and she takes a sit on the lonesome bench.

"My life is a mess" she sob quietly as tears find their way out of her amber eyes.

It has been three years already since she graduated from the state university, and she was unable to secure a job since then. She was the brightest student among her colleagues and her poor performance during her final year at the university left everyone in shock.

She tried her possible best to not let the situation she was to affect her academic performance, but as God has it, she couldn't take her mind off the confrontation which left her with a bad grade. She took a loan to pay her tuition at the university, thinking she would get a good job after her graduation. As the bookworm that she was, she believes she could secure a job at a magnificent firm. But now, no organisation want to hire someone like her.

What could be more formidable, the fact that she's still paying for the loan she borrowed for her tuition or the fact that she has to provide for her single mother to sort her business? Her life is a mess...

The beeping of Melanie's phone jots her out of her intense thought. She brings the phone out of her handbag and stares at the screen. A beautiful smile dance on her cheeks as she beholds the caller. She swipes the receive icon and place the phone on her ear.

"Hi, Kayla." she smile brightly, the loud voice of the caller makes her forcefully remove the phone from her ear.

"Easy Kayla, I'm just out for a bit, just stay there I'm almost home." she chuckles and hang up the car. She notice a coming bus that's coming her way and get in, as soon as the bus put to stop.

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"What brought a proficient cop to my house?" Melanie inquire as she close the door behind her. Kayla rolls her eyes at her and brings down her leg from the centre table.

"Seriously, babe I've been here by myself for over two hours. Where went you?" Kayla groans and pull Melanie to sit with her on the couch.

Melanie whizz loudly and drop her bag on the table, she loosens the buckle of her heels and massage her foot.

"I learnt of a company that put out a post of Secretary, so I went there to try my luck." Melanie mumbles and rests her back on the couch.

"Really? That's fine. So, did you get in?" Kayla asks impatiently. Her Hazel eyes bore intensively at Melanie.

"Ouch, stop gazing at me that way, I almost get a hole on my skin." Melanie whine and Kayla hit her head.

"Tell me already, did you get the job?" she raises the question for the second time and Melanie sneer at her.

"Well, it's the same riposte that I got. No one want to employ a nincompoop like me." Melanie reply sadly and Kayla stare at her face, feeling grief for her friend.

"But you're brilliant, Melanie. They shouldn't judge by your record alone." Kayla groans and Melanie chuckles which makes Kayla wonder what's funny in her speech.

"As if they'll wait for me to be on the seat for another second after going through my file." she mocks and starts to undo her shirt button.

"Don't lose your energy over a mere taunt, what you've passed through is more than mere comments" Kayla propels a bright smile to her.

"Yeah, right." Melanie shrugs her shoulder. She yanks the shirt off her body and carelessly drop it on the table, leaving her in her red strapless bra.

"Old habit." Kayla giggle. "What brought you here in the first place?" Melanie raise her eyebrows, knowing fully well that her friend would never visit her during work hours, for visiting sake.

"I came because I'm hungry." Kayla lets out and Melanie bounces her head back and forth in affirmation.

"Speaking of old habits, I think you've gotten plenty of it to discard," Melanie says and they both laugh at her satire.

"Do you have any food?" Kayla raise her eyebrows and Melanie nods in affirmative.

"Let me pack these stuffs inside first." Melanie mumbles as she stands deliberately from the couch.

The short black skirt falls to her knees as soon as she get her butt off the couch. Leaving her in just her undies. She pick it up along with the others and drag her feet towards the direction that leads to her room.

Kayla shake her head sadly, seeing her friend off with her eyes glue to her back.

"She's amazing, smiling like everything is going smoothly even when her life is tumbling down. How incredible!" Kayla sighs. She glance over at the centre table when she heard her phone makes a beep.

She takes the phone from the table and stare at the mail.

"Wow! this is faster than I thought,she's really nice." Kayla comments at the mail. Her face lit up in excitement.

"Who is nice?" Melanie asks, coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of cereal in her hands.

"A multi billionaire post a vacant of a full time babysitter for his son. I happened to be among the first set of people who received the news." Kayla smiles, collecting a bowl of cereal from Melanie.

"So, what's great about that?" Melanie raise her eyebrows with a slight confused look on her face.

"I'm applying for you of course, and... All done!" Kayla smirk as she click on send button. Melanie abruptly drops the bowl on the table. "What did you just said, Kayla?" Melanie inquire, not wanting to believe her friend would actually think of her of becoming a darn babysitter for some kids.

"Look Melanie, it is better to secure a job, anyone at that, than to do nothing. I've came to conclusion that you're not meant to make use of your certificate. A babysitting job has nothing to do with how great your credentials is. We all work to get money, okay? Some people do worse to get cash in their hands." Kayla says, wiping out the balls of tears that drops from Melanie's eyes. Just that moment, a notification pop on Kayla's phone.

She rapidly picks up the phone and glares dagger at the screen. "What is the problem?." Melanie ask in worries as the look on Kaylan's face sends shiver down her spine.

"I... You got picked." Kayla says and fresh tears build up in Melanie's face. She let her tears fall freely on Kayla's shoulder the moment Kayla throws herself at her in a warm hug.

Melanie Crouch on the floor, in her room. Her back resting on her bed. She place the laptop on her lap and she close her eyes to say a prayer.

"Like Kayla said, it doesn't matter if the kid interact well with me or not, I should just focus on the money I'll be paid." She says in her mind and clears her throat for the umpteen times.

"Not all rich kids are arrogant, right? Whatever, as long as he doesn't mess with me, we'll both be fine." she further declares and clasping her palm together.

"Father Lord, please let me get this job, you know I've suffered enough with my certificate so don't let me suffer with my noncertificate job. Please Lord." she pray and open her right eye first before she finally open her left eye.

With eyes fully open, she peeks at the screen and sees that she got an unopened message from the website.

"Hmm," she clear her throat before clicking on the message.

💬 Hello,

Your interview had been scheduled.

You're to come to the below address,

tomorrow morning for interview.

I hope you get here safe.

Harley Carr. 💬

She reads out the message loudly and she carefully drop the laptop on the floor.

She jumped on the bed and scream in excitement.

"Woah! I don't care about any fucking job, this huge amount of money will be mine after a month. Oh shot me." she makes happy giggles and jumps down from the bed.

"Oh! I need to call Kayla." she says and pick up her phone from the bed.

Having a second thought over it, she drops the phone back on the bed and decide to go see her instead.

She grabs her jacket and scramble out of her apartment.

The evening breeze blows causing her hair to scatter all over her face.

Melanie walks gently on the walkway and admire the view of the street.

She's just coming back from the station where her friend work. She had already fed her up with the news and she was going back home to get ready for the next day's interview.

Tomorrow? Two things are going to happen in the tomorrow she's talking about, get employed and work as a maid, or get rescinded as it has always been and go to jail for failing to pay off her debt.

The thought of going to jail makes her wonder if her education really worth the loan.

she'd been saving for the day she'll pay off the dept since she graduated from the University.

she couldn't get herself to think about what she used the money for since she's been working as a late-night bar attendant and not as a secretary or a manager of a company just to gather money for her debt.

It was written in the agreement form that she'd pay back the money in three folds after 4 years of the borrowing date.

Even though she believes there's no way she could get such an amount of money within the short period that remains for her to return the money.

she believes she could gathered the money when she secure a stable job at a company.

Now, what is the essence of her education, when she's only going to end up working as a maid or babysitting some billionaire's kids, or whatsoever it is called?

'Working as a babysitter is way better than working as a late night bar attendant' she thought and an heavy sighs escape her mouth.

She already had everything plans that she's going to request for 1 year advance payment if she finally get in. Not minding if she'll be able to last in the billionaire's home or not.

Who cares what happens? She just wants to get a year's salary and pay off the debt and send the remaining cash for her mother to take care of her other 'business'.

"Excuss me, can you please walk on the walkway? A careless driver might hit you if you continue to walk in the middle of the road." A masculine voice says jotting Melanie out of her deep thought and she found herself on the main road.

Shot! She widens her eyes and hurriedly get on the walkway.

"Thank you very much sir." She says to the driver and continue her walks home.

*****

A snowy BMW drives inside a lonely mansion in a light speed.

The car put to halt at the garage and a young man who's likely to be in his early 30s steps down from the car.

He takes his briefcase from the passenger's seat and undoes the first three buttons of his white shirt which makes his manly-built chest puff out.

He strides inside the mansion stylishly and meet his 13years old boy scribing down something inside his textbook.

He scoffs and shakes his head before walking upstairs and heed straight to his room.

He steps out of the bathroom mins later and meet his son inside the room, gazing at the stars through the glass windows.

He stops abruptly and raise his thick eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you doing in my room?" He ask with hatred in his tone.

The boy gives no reply and that makes him more angrier.

"Are you not the one I'm talking to, you this nincompoop brat?" He says and turn the boy around, making his face turn to him in the process.

"What if I choose not to answer you?" the boy says with a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.

That makes the young Man more furious and he raises his hand in the air in attempt to hit the boy on his face, but he stops and grate his teeth, boiling in anger.

"Are you tired of hitting me? Do you no longer find joy in seeing me in tears? Or are you disappointed that I no longer shed tears anymore?" the boy scoffs and the man ruffles his hair in frustration.

"Listen, if you don't have anything to say to me, I want you out of my room this instant." The man says with his barriton voice.

"I don't intend to sleep here, why would I sleep in the same room with a blood thirsty maniac like you?" the boy spat angrily which earns him a punch on his face from the Man.

"You dare not talk to me in that manner, I'm your father and whatever I do...

"You can never be my father, Alfred Gordon" the boy says, yelling at his father at the top of his voice.

"What did you just say, Archie?" Mr Gordon says with a hard look which can make anyone quiver but not his son.

"I'm here to warn you that I do not need any babysitter. I'm thirteen and I do not need any babysitter that would later get killed by the demon that call himself my father." Archie says and Mr Gordon face twist in anger.

"Spat such nonsense again and I'll have your cute face pay for it" Mr Gordon cautions and Archie only smile sadly.

"I'm against every action in bringing a poor woman here as a babysitter and later get killed by you. Just like what you did to...

Archie is still saying when Gordon brings out a pen knife from his pocket and stab Archie right on his cheek which makes blood ooze out of his cheek and spew on his shirt.

Mr Gordon moves back in regret and tries holding the boy but he ambles out of the room angrily and Mr Gordon watches him leave until he's out of sight.

"Ahh" Mr Gordon screams loudly hitting his fist on the wall repeatedly until blood starts oazing out of the wounded fist.

He kicks the walls with his leg and falls to the floor crying his eyes out.

"Why does he have to remind of that awful incidents? Why does he have to make me feel bitter all over again? Why?" He cries out, brushing his short black hair with his hands as different thoughts scramble through his mind.

'Please don't do it'

'Please hear me out'

'Please don't hurt me'

He could here their voices in his head, he holds his head in his hands and shivers at the thought of the past incidents.

"Why did you do it?" an angry voice yells and he turns his face to the direction and behold it was the illusion of his dead wife, standing by the window with her back facing him.

The wind blows, moving her hairs sideways. Her skin looks pale and the blue light flickers, making Mr Gordon to quivers in fear.

"Selena, is that really you?" Mr Gordon asked, taking few steps forward.

He stretches his hand to her and she turns her face to face him.

"You dare live in serenity after what you did?" her thunderous voice yells making Mr Gordon to halt on his track.

"Selena...

Mr Gordon falls on his knees as he feels multiple hands wraps around his neck.

He struggles to break free from the unseen forces.

He cough heavily which cause blood to ooze out of his mouth.

"You have you die." that is the last words he hears before passing out on the cold floor...

"You're hired." Harley Carr, the interviewer says to Melanie as soon as she was called out amidst the crowd of people that had came for interviews.

With smile on her face, Melanie joined her palm together and smile warmly at the lady in front of her.

"Thank you very much, ms," Melanie says with a beautiful smile glued to her face.

"I think the person you should be thanking is your friend" Harley says and Melanie nodes her head in affirmation.

"Yes, if not because of her that told me about the offer I wouldn't have known anything about it" Melanie mumbles, smiling brightly.

'She has no idea what her friend actually did' Harley thought and shakes her head.

Harley smiles shortly and pick her phone from the office table. She put a call across to the guy in charge of the post.

"We've chosen the competent one, discard the rest." Harley says to the receiver with so much authoritative and hangs up the call shortly.

Harley opens the drawer and brings out a blueprint, she drops it on the table and gaze at Melanie who has a confused look plaster on her face.

"What is the problem? Are you finding the job uninteresting or what." Harley asks warmly and Melanie shakes her head negatively.

"That's not it." Melanie says and Harley stares at her, ushering her to let out her mind. Melanie smiles nervously

"I'm just confused that you only asked of my name and who registered me. You didn't interview me neither did you make me undergo any physical practical. I'm surprised that it was me that you picked eventually." Melanie lets out the tons of questions that has been bothering her since she got to the auditorium.

"You're lucky. That's all I can say to you." Harley says picking up the blueprint and hand it over to Melanie. Melanie carefully collect it from her and scan through the front page.

She gets surprise as her name is scribe on it.

'Is this how fast they work, or there's someone from higher up that's helping me?' Melanie thought as a light sighs escape her mouth.

"I'll ask the driver drop you at the mansion with the company's vehicle. I'm afraid he'll have to drop you at the gate and you'll have to find your way in by yourself." Harley says and Melanie opens her mouth in shock.

"How am I supposed to go in by myself? Do you not think that's a little bit ludicrous?" Melanie asks still feeling the rise and fall of his broken heart.

"No one is allowed to enter into the mansion. The mansion is prohibited that no one can not enter inside without any solid reason. Melanie mouths an 'Oh' even though she still finds it a bit disturbing.

"When should I commence?" Melanie asks and the lady stares at her with confused look. She scoffs and moves her head backwards, resting her head on the backrest.

"We're instructed that the babysitter must commence work after interview. Didn't you came prepare?" she asks and Melanie finds herself sighing at what the lady says.

"Never knew they're in a haste." Melanie let out truthfully. Harley curls her mouth in a smirk and moves closer to Melanie a little bit.

"Here's a tip for you... Melanie clutch tight at her bag as the lock the door of her apartment. She had came with the company's driver to take her stuff as promised by the Secretary. She didn't bother to take much stuff as she was told that she would be given a wardrobe full of dresses in the mansion.

"I'm ready." she says to the driver as soon as she steps inside the vehicle. He nodes his head and carefully drives out of the apartment. Melanie couldn't get her mind off what the lady had told her early.

'From what I've heard, My Gordon might seems cool on the outside but he's a devil inside.'

Melanie recollect what the lady said and couldn't help but to sigh audibly. Melanie looks out of the window and she feels a drop of tears from her left eye.

'If not because of the debt, she wouldn't have agreed to take the job'

she thought and close her lids as different thoughts runs on her mind.

'You're to just keep an eye on the son and report to the father his daily activities.'

Melanie still couldn't point out what the lady meant by that.

'Isn't the child she's going to babysit a kid? Why must she report the daily activities of the infant to his father?' she thought and decided to wave it off her brain.

The steady horns of the vehicle jots Melanie out of her thoughts and she stares at the driver, wondering why he's doing such a despicable act.

"We are here." he says and she mouths an 'Oh' when it down to her that they're finally at the mansion. She opens the vehicle door and step down from the vehicle not forgetting to take out her bag as well.

The driver wishes her luck and speeds off without looking back.

'Everyone is acting strange about this. Do they all hate the man?'

she thoughts and moves closer to the front gate. She presses on the doorbell and no one answers from inside.

Just then her phone starts vibrating and she carefully take it out of her purse. It was a message from an unknown number.

She click on the message and it contains some digits. Pondering on who might have sent the message and what the message might mean, another message pops on her screen and she debate whether or not to open the message. She clicks on the message and it reads...

'Those are the passcode to the entry. Unlock it and come inside.'

Melanie read it out loudly and didn't waste second to punch the digits on the pass. The makes a beeps and it unlock. She enters into the compound and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her mouth.

The surroundings was as silent as a grave yard. And that's what makes the mansion cool. The building was made with pure gem and it screams

'wealth' into Melanie's ears.

She clutches tight at the bag in her hand and her mouth droop in awe. The waterfall at the side of the building calls out to her and of course she honour the invitation.

She drags her legs stylishly towards the waterfall and she stretches out her free hand to collect the drops of water.

"This is heaven on earth." Melanie couldn't help but to compliment the house and its richness. She giggles loudly as she splash the water left to right. She's too engrossed in her play that she couldn't feel the presence of someone besides her.

"All that glitter is not gold. Some shines bright like a fireball but it's a devil's abode" a fragile voice says besides Melanie and she nodded her head in excitement.

"I've lived all my life in godly yet a destitute home. It's my first time being in a moneyed mansion, who cares if it's devil's abode or a thumb hole?" Melanie scoffs and rolls her eyeballs at the imaginary voices.

"I can see that you're pretty eager to die." the voice says again Melanie hastily turns a gaze to the direction and she gasped when she sees a boy of about 13years old walks out of the building.

"Who are you? Excuse me." Melanie tries calling out to him but he doesn't seem like he's ready for a petty conversation.

"Are you the new babysitter?" A palm grips at her shoulder and Melanie jumps in fright. She slowly turns her face to where the voice is coming from and she let her bag falls freely from her hand at the sight in front of her.