Our little secret

"Do you think you've got what's required to do this job?"

I was already sweating, and I'd just been there for 10 minutes. This woman was super scary! But I needed this job, I really did. Put yourself together Catherine!

"Yes, Ma'am. I've got loads of experience with children, and I've also had a few maiden jobs before. I do think that I can handle this job quite well." Dear God this woman was stressing me out. Couldn't she at least smile just once? Deep inside I was hoping she'd turn me down, I wasn't sure if I could work for this woman. But this was my last opportunity. I needed to pay my rent, or else I'd be on the street.

"You're a very young woman, and my little boy needs an experienced nanny. I see here that you've had many nanny jobs earlier, how have these jobs worked for you?" She never looked away from my eyes, making me look at her every second. "I can assure you that if you were to hire me, your boy will be in the best care. I have always loved children. And I am willing to be a house cleaner too, if you're needing that." She looked down at the papers I'd given her, allowing me to breathe out for just a few seconds. 

"I have to admit, I like you Catherine. I am a quite busy woman, working all the time at the office. My little boy Travis needs supervision almost all the time.  I'm actually considering getting a live in maid. Would that be something you would consider?"

Oh dear... A live in maid? That would most definitely solve my rent issues, but live with this woman? Her house was just amazing, and actually living here would be like living in a castle. "Come on Cathy, take the risk!" I thought to myself. 

"I think that could work for me, yes." I said, trying not to freak out by what I had just put myself into.

"Great. You can go now. I have a few other interviews left, but expect a phone call around 1800.

When I had arrived at my flat, i found my best friend Beatrice sleeping on my couch. Her parents argued a lot, so she often came here and slept. I'd given her a spare key, and I was just happy that she felt comfortable coming to me whenever things were hard at home. 

I turned on the TV, and sat down in the couch. It wasn't 1800 yet, so I figured I'd watch some news.

Beatrice woke up, and immediately  asked about my interview. I told her everything. From the big entrance and the lovely house, to the serious lady that had asked me if I was OK with moving in. Bea just sat there, eyes wide. "You're realizing this is your only opportunity, right? You've gotta take this job Cathy." We both went silent. We knew what it meant. No more Bea sleeping with me when she needed to go away. And maybe this would mean that I wouldn't have any time for her. But Bea was right, it was my only choice. 

The phone rang, precisely at 1800. "Hello Miss Catherine. I have good news for you. If you're willing to move in in two weeks, you're hired. Do you take the job?" I looked over at Bea, she had tears in her eyes, which made me cry too. "Yes Mrs. Styles, thank you so much"

"Good. If it works for you, you can come here tomorrow afternoon at 1600. We'll discuss the details, and you salary."

Two weeks later

"Ready to go Cathy? The van is full now."

I was actually doing this. I was actually becoming a live in maid. It all seemed to surrealistic. 

"Coming!" I took my purse and keys, and got out of my flat. For good this time. To me it was not a problem, I didn't think I would miss it.

The van stopped by the gate. The guard let us through, and the van pulled over in the huge driveway.  We were welcomed by Mrs. Styles, and a young man with glasses and tangled blond hair. He looked a little scared of Mrs. Styles, but I really didn't blame him for that. 

"Welcome Miss Catherine, this is Joe. He's here to help you move you belongings in the apartment." I was going to live in the second floor above the garage. So technically I wasn't going to live in the same house as her. I was thankful for it too, to have at least a bit privacy the days I wasn't going to work. I looked over to Joe. "Hello, Joe. Nice to meet you." He shook my hand, and then went over to the van and got some boxes. There wasn't as many as you'd think for a 23 year old girl. But I couldn't really afford much. Bea, who was driving the van, told me she had to go. I pulled her into a huge hug. I didn't know when I was going to see her again. "See you B, call me tonight!" She agreed, and drove away.

"Joe, bring the boxes up to the apartment, and show Miss Catherine where everything is. And Miss Catherine, I see you haven't brought any furniture like I told you not to. Good. We're still waiting for the new couch, in the meantime you're gonna have to settle for the old one. Now, go with Joe upstairs. My son will bring the other boxes up for you." 

"Pardon me, Mrs. Styles, but your little Travis can't carry these boxes. They're way too heavy, I'll get them." She couldn't really think that a 6 year old could heavy boxes so far. 

She burst out laughing, which confused me. "Oh no dear, my other son Harry of course. Did I not tell you I have another son? He's studying medicine at university." That certainly surprised me. She had another son, at university. She must have had gotten him while she was pretty young. I wondered what he looked like.

I took some boxes and Joe led me to my apartment. The apartment wasn't that big, but it was bigger than my last apartment. Even though it hadn't been used in ages, it sure was really nice. The walls in the living room was light beige, with dark wooden floors. There was a little flat screen, but no couch as Mrs. Styles had told me. In the same room as the living room, there was a tiny kitchen. It was separated from the living room with a half wall. The kitchen tiles was made out of marble, and the floor was black tiles of some sort. There was a microwave too, a luxury I sure hadn't had before. I walked around the apartment, and got to my bedroom. Even though the room was small, like the other rooms, it was, again like the other rooms, nicely decorated. There was a medium sized bed, a few inches wider than my old one. There was a roof to floor mirror, and a quite large dresser. Not that I needed that though, I didn't really have that many clothes. 

I decided to test the bed. Joe had left, and I was all alone. I jumped, back down, into the bed. The bed was so soft, that I could feel myself sink down a bit. My old bed had been so hard that I had started to develop mild back problems. Or at least so it felt like. This bed was just heaven. 

I stood up in the bed, and started jumping. I was so happy I had gotten this job and decided to move in here. I jumped as high as i could, laughing and singing. 

"I'm sorry to disturb you, you seem to have much fun, but I've got the last boxes." I froze. I had completely forgotten that Mrs. Styles' son was coming with my last boxes. Shit. I heard him laughing. I got down from the bed, and faced him. I was met with the most beautiful face I had ever seen my entire life. He had green eyes, and amazing brown curls. He had dimples, that were caused by his grin. I found myself staring, and immediately turned red. I suddenly found the floor very interesting.

I put myself together, and faced him again. "I'm so sorry about that, I forgot that I was expecting you to bring my boxes. Thank you so much, you can just put them down right here". He sat the boxes down right where I had pointed, next to the dresser. He smiled to me. Oh my, what a gorgeous smile that was. "Hi, I'm Harry, but i bet my mother have mentioned me, yes?" he said. "Yeah, she has. My name is Catherine Thomas, nice to meet you". He shook my hand, while his eyes lingered on me. "Very nice to meet you too Miss Thomas".

"Oh no, please, call my Catherine, or Cathy, or like... Whatever you want". God, he was making me really nervous. I tend to babble when I'm nervous. He laughed, giving me goosebumps. "Fine, Catherine, I do hope you'll enjoy both working and living here. I'll do my best to make you feel at home, even though I won't be here that much before summer vacation. But that's just a month away. Well listen to me, all babbling, pardon me. I'll let you, umm, continue with your previous activities".This caused me to turn into a tomato again. I think he noticed this, and i could hear his smile in his voice, "Well, I assume i'll se you later then" he said. "Yeah, thanks for the help". He just shook his head like it was no big deal, turned around, and left me alone. 

Oh boy, this job could be very interesting. Very interesting indeed. 

 So first chapter, what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments, and i'll post the next chapter when i'm finished writing it and all that. xx