Koda.

Maxwell

"Mr. Maxwell Dawson sir?" An elderly chauffeur queries in a smart, primed black outfit. He held a white board with Max's name scrawled upon it.
Max, who had just grabbed his bag from the luggage belt stood sceptically in front of the man with the sign of his name.
"Yes? That's me. Who are you?" Max asks, slowly pointing to the sign.
After a long, delayed flight max felt exhausted. He was hoping to get to his hotel room and freshen up before meeting this big shot, nobody billionaire who personally asked for his services.
When max got the call the previous day he could not believe it. He didn't understand why, or even how this man was able to find him.
But as the very anxious personal assistant began explaining about Maxwell's kinks and community lifestyle. Max quickly realised what was happening. He knew this Pennington guy is some real big shot to gain such personal, private information. It seemed too good to be true as Max always dreamed and had ambitions of having his own littles through his ddlg community he lived in.
Unfortunately, Max was far from wealthy. He didn't have a lot of money and couldn't afford the dream lifestyle. But, none the less for years Max lived in the community as a babysitter/nanny for all types of families.
Some with the most adorable, willing, complacent littles who the man absolutely loved and found easy to take care of.
Although it was the ones with the not so willing littles. The families with littles who didn't particularly want to be little, or the brats that would run away all babysitters and nanny's they met as some sort of personal achievement. It was these little ones that paid the most money.
Not only that, the naughty, mischievous, challenging littles Max loved the most. The nanny had quite the reputation in his small knitted community of the little whisperer. All the daddies and mommies loved him!
When Amanda asked Maxwell to travel from new York for the interview it instantly put him off. He could not afford the flight, he had a life in New York and a good, happy one too.
When he began explaining this, the PA was all too quick to reassure the nanny it was an all expense paid trip.
Max contemplated the trip, deciding to take a risk he got booked on the next flight out. Not knowing a single thing about Adrian, nor what he expected. Only that he was being requested for a nanny gig with good pay.

"I am your driver, sir." The kind old man spoke as he greeted with a smile.
"Oh. Right ok then." Max took the extra few steps towards the driver.
"May I take your bag?" He asked Max holding out his hand.
"No it's fine thank you." Max declined.
"Very well," the man nodded politely.
"Please follow me to the car sir," the chauffeur slowly walked in front of Maxwell.
Max sped up to walk next to the man, he placed a hand on his back.
"Dude, call me max. I am no sir! I'd have preferred to drive myself if I am totally honest with you." Maxwell said lightly with a charming smile.
The man chuckled.
"Ah I'm sorry but I have to call all of my passengers in a formal manner per Mr. Pennington's request." The driver explained.

"Hmm, can you tell me anything about Mr. Pennington? Do you know him well?" Maxwell pried as he climbed into a shiny silver grey tinted Mercedes Benz C-class.
Max didn't want to get in the car. His dirty aeroplane clothes would spoil the prestige seats.
"Unfortunately not sir, he is a very private individual who has his own personal driver just for him. I pick up guests and VIP individual's for the Pennington corporation." The driver admitted as he pulled away.
Max had heard about the Pennington corporation, like many had that live the lifestyle he chooses to live. Most of the wealthier families Maxwell babysat for spoke praises of a company that endorsed the taboo lifestyle.
Max relaxed into the back seat as the driver elegantly drove out of the city through beautiful country style lanes, with stretched out grassy mountains.
Feeling the gnawing anxiety fade some as the professional nanny watched the scenery glide and dance passed his window.

As the scenic drive neared the two hour mark Maxwell began to get restless. They were far out of the small city, in deep country woodland now.
Just as Max edged forward in his seat to ask how much longer it was going to take, the chauffeur took a turn up a long bending road at the top he saw two black iron gates.
A little white security box stood to the side of the gate inside two heavy built men sat at a small desk half asleep.
The driver slowly pulled up to the gates and  rolled down his window. Max still sat on the edge of his seat in awe at the grand mansion in front of him.
He should have expected something big and beautiful like this house from the billionaire. But none the less Max was star struck, gazing at the beautiful kept flowers, the pristine looking white outer building. It was as if royalty lived here.
Both security guards jumped to their feet and approached the vehicle.
"John! How's it going?" One of them guards asked.
"Very well thank you, I have a Mr. Maxwell Dawson with me today. He has an interview with Mr. Pennington." The driver kept the conversation formal.
"Alright! Come through I'll let the boss man know you're coming!" The man spoke clicking a remote button in his hand causing the iron gates to slowly creep open.
Elegantly the car glided through the gates and pulled up around the side of the immaculate building.
John climbed out of the car, walked around to open Maxwell's door for him.
"Thanks bud!" Max stretched his whole body as he stood on solid ground. Thankful to be out of the car. He walked up and down a few times to stretch his legs.
John got max's luggage out of the car and placed it on the floor next to him.
"I shall leave you to it now sir, I wish you the best of luck on your endeavours. Take care now." John shook Maxwell's hand.
"You too bud! Thank you!" Max waved him away as he grabbed his overnight bag swinging it over his shoulder.
He turned to look at the house once more.
Is he really about to do this?
The life changing moment is here for max.
The very thought suddenly becomes daunting to him.
He can still say no
He can still say no
He can still say no
Max thinks over and over to himself as he walked up the few white concrete steps to the grand double wooden front doors.
Hesitantly, he wipes his sweaty palm on his sweat pants before ringing the doorbell.
After a few seconds turn into three minutes Maxwell's anxiety plagued thoughts wonders if anyone is even going to answer.
Just as he was contemplating ringing again the door swung open.
A frazzled looking thin, middle aged women answers the door.
"Hi! Mr. Dawson? Come in, come in!" The frantic women ushers him inside with her hand.
"Eh hi. Are you ok?" Max asks as he tumbled inside.
"Sorry Sir, I was in the middle of something. So sorry I didn't get the door straight away!" She rushes out.
Max becomes mesmerised by the beautiful view he has been pushed into. Everything is so elegant, so beautiful it's as if no one even lives here. Like max has walked into one of his favourite movies.
"No worries. It's fine." Max turns to smile at the women.
"Anyway, my name is Jennifer! I am one of the housekeepers here. Mr. Pennington wants me to show you to your living quarters for the time being. Mr. Pennington also wanted me to inform you that your interview will not be until young kodas bedtime this evening so you have some time to relax and situate yourself sir." The women informs max.
Living quarters? Already! Max hasn't even accepted the job yet.
Feeling uneasy about how planned out this billionaire dude is with his own living area already ascertained,  max cautiously follows Jennifer up the stairs to the first floor on the right.
"Wow... This is incredible!" Max stands at a very large double bedroom.
A super king size bed with navy blue bedding to match the attire stood in the centre of the room with two white bedside tables either side, on the wall to the left was a built in closet with sliding mirrors as the doors.
"There is the rest room and shower facilities through this door here." Jennifer showed max the door by the closet.
"Please use the phone on the bedside table to call for room service the numbers are on a sheet in the first drawer sir. Can I get you anything at all before I leave you to get aquatinted?" Jennifer sheepishly rushes out.
"No this if lovely thank you." Max offers a smile and walks into the room throwing his bag on the bed.
"Very well, please call me if there is anything at all you need. Mr. Pennington asks if you stay put until someone gets you for your interview this evening. There is a laptop in the wardrobe and a tv built into the end of the bed for your leisure sir, I will come by soon to check on you." With that Jennifer lowered her head and shut the door behind her not waiting for max to respond.

 
Maxwell let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. He still doesn't feel as if this is real. Nothing as good as this ever falls into anyone's lap without a catch. This is too good to be true.
Max is no one, a common man living in a busy, bustling city just pulling together to make ends meet at the end of each month. And now, everything he has ever dreamed of has just fallen from the sky right into his hands.
Max collapsed on the bed and looked up at the ceiling for a while trying to take everything in. 

He became very curious to find out who he would be taking care of full time for this nanny job. He had absolutely no information about the little, not knowing whether they are female or male. He is not even aware the basis of how he would be nannying. Max figured with a mansion like this, and a job like Mr. Pennington has it will be a very full time affair. 

After a while Max decided to get up off of the bed and take a shower to freshen up from the long plane ride. The rest of the day felt incredible slow for Max, he busied himself with games on his phone and the tv on in the background once he figured out how to use the thing. All too high tech for the middle aged man. 

Maxwell was amazed by the quick room services for lunch and dinner, the staff that seemed to manage the upkeep of the grand mansion are all lovely and very friendly. It made max feel well at home. 

As the evening came Max began to get anxious about his interview, he managed to write down questions to ask Mr. Pennington about the job as well as his home. Max has a lot to learn about this little he will quite possibly be taking care of on a full time basis. 

Max walked the length of his room nervously as he ran his hand through his shaggy, messy style dirty blonde hair. He has a smart shirt on which shows his prominent, broad muscled shoulders and arms, he also put on some black jeans as a casual attire. 

As he was going over in his mind how the interview would go, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in!" Max called.

the door slowly opened, Jennifer the housekeeper smiled warmly at him.

" Mr. Pennington is ready for you now sir." she sheepishly spoke.

"follow me please." Gesturing out of the door she waited for max to follow. 

Max took a deep breath, he took big strides out of the room following the housekeeper to Adrian's office. This is it, he thought to himself. The once in the lifetime opportunity just minutes away. He rubs his sweaty palms on his jean clad thighs as he continues to walk through the house to meet his fate. Hoping he can keep his cool and professional demeanour when he meets the so mysterious Adrian Pennington. 

A/N -

thank you so much for your patience with this chapter, sorry for the delay in uploading. I wanted to make Maxwells entrance into this story a good one. Hope I have set the base of his character well! Happy reading everyone!