His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story
Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The Interview
Moana
I pulled up to the address of the house a couple of hours later wearing a brand new set of clothes. During the time between getting the phone call and arriving, I took out my credit card, which I only used for emergencies, and ran out to buy something new to impress the family. It was just a crisp button-down shirt, tailored pants, and loafers, but as I pulled up to the enormous mansion in the mountains and saw the line of women at the door, I was glad that I had purchased the new clothes. I made sure to double check that the tags on the clothes were hidden, which I had kept on in case I didn’t get the job and would need to return them.
As I parked and walked up the pathway to the front entrance and got in line with my resume in my hand, my heart started to pound.
My heart started to pound even more when I noticed that women were not only filing into the mansion, but were also coming out with sad and defeated expressions on their faces. One girl, who was very pretty and looked a little younger than me, even had tears streaming down her cheeks as she came out with her resume crumpled up in her hands.
Was the employer so awful that he was making these poor women cry during their interviews?
As the line got shorter and I slowly made my way inside, I felt a lump rise in my throat. The inside of the house was stunningly beautiful, with dark Tudor-style wainscoting and creaky wooden floors. There was a massive double staircase in the front foyer, which was where the women would go when their names were called — up one side looking excited and confident, and down the other side looking defeated after their interviews.
“Name?” a woman’s voice said from in front of me. I looked up to see an older woman with gray hair that was pulled back into a tight, slick bun. She wore a dark blue dress with a high collar that was buttoned all the way up and had a clean gray apron on top that looked like it was freshly ironed. Needless to say, as she stared at me with her thin lips pressed into a straight line, she made me nervous.
“Moana Fowler,” I said, feeling my voice crack a bit under the pressure.
The woman muttered something to herself and looked down at the clipboard in her hand, making a tick mark next to my name.
shooting me a somewhat disgusted look.
were sitting and found a spot in a plush armchair in the corner, where I sat
thought was broken a few minutes later as an older woman came running down the stairs in hysterics. “She’s a little monster!” she said, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. “In
woman marched out, followed by a few other women who must have decided that whatever waited for them upstairs wasn’t worth it. I, along with several others, decided to take the risk; I really needed this job, regardless of the child’s behavior. The children at the orphanage
for my turn to have my interview, and eventually, as the sun went down and I sank into the plush armchair, I found myself involuntarily nodding off. My
“Moana Fowler.”
woman from before called my name and looked up to
my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is it my turn?” I looked around to see that the
the woman said sternly, stepping away
haven’t had my interview,” I said frantically, standing with my resume
more candidates,” she interrupted. “Especially not young, pretty
drop into my stomach as I shook my head
“please let me see her. I promise you won’t regret it if you
for several painfully long moments before sighing. “Fine,” she said,
wooden doors. Finally, we stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway.
voice growled from behind a high-backed chair that faced the empty fireplace. “I don’t want to
like to see you,” I said softly, stepping
standards, the little girl leaped out of her seat and rushed
my ground and stared down at the little ball of fury, which only became more furious as I
she shouted, her high-pitched voice turning
hair had fallen into her eyes. I slowly extended my hand to
said softly, watching intently as the little girl’s ears
the floor, and when she spoke her face
to meet you, Ella,” I said. “My name is Moana. Can I ask why you want
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