"Miss Medina, have a seat," The lady ordered, and Alina quickly sat at the chair across from the two men. "Now—"
"Thank you, Miss Smith," Victor interrupted. "We can take it from here. I will let you know when we are finished. That will be all."
"Yes Sir," The woman said through pursed lips as she shut her folder and promptly left the room.
"God, I can't stand that woman," Victor mumbled as he sighed.
"It was either her or that man that knew way too much information about you," The man with black rimmed glasses and grey eyes said shaking his head.
"Don't remind me," the man with brown eyes sighed exhaustedly then cleared his throat. "Excuse us, I am Victor Morgan and this is Owen Blackbourne."
"Hello," She nodded politely. "I am Alina Medina," a soft blush appeared, "but I guess you already knew that. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," the both of them said in unison.
"May I ask what you know of me?" Victor asked curiously.
"I have to admit, I know nothing of you," she shook her head. "I prefer the people I work with to tell me in their own time what their profession is rather than look up something on the internet and find out later on that it is false and preconceived notions are ridiculous to have. I can only assume that you well known for one reason or another, Sir."
"Really?" The man with glasses asked. "You didn't look up anything after applying for this position?"
"No Sir," she shook her head. "I work with the respect of honesty and privacy, Sir. I would be willing to take a polygraph if you would like."
"No, thank you," he shook his head. "It is just shocking, that is all."
"I can understand that," she nodded. "I have heard it before but if you were to call my references you would find out that I had no prior knowledge of who I was employed by before being hired. Even if I had some knowledge of the person I was working for after being hired, I kept the information to myself and let them show their true colors to me."
"You are amazing," Victor smiled at her, "you know that?"
"I just like to give everyone a fair chance, Sir," she shrugged her shoulders.
"So, what do you know of music?" Victor asked.
"I have a little bit of knowledge of it, Sir," she shrugged her shoulders. "I can not play any musical instruments but I can read notes and remember a little from music classes in school."
"Does the term melisma, mean anything to you?" he asked.
She thought about it for a moment then said, "I may be wrong, but I think it means: a passage of several notes sung on one syllable, Sir."
"That is correct," he smiled proudly. "That is also my three-year-old daughter's name."
"Beautiful," she smiled softly.
"And how would you feel about her having multiple fathers?" The man with glasses asked.
"Wonderful," she continued to smile. "A girl can never have too many fathers, or male role models in her life. I only had my paternal grandfather and great grandfather in my life. I used to wish I had more positive males in my life, but it is what it is. I would just need to know how many and names, if I got the position that is, so I would know who to answer to and who is allowed to be around her. Other than that, it is the parent's decision to disclose to me private information regarding relationship information."
"What about taking pictures of her and posting on social media?" Victor asked.
Alina shook her head, "I do not have any social media accounts and I have found that it gives my employer a sense of relief if I hand them my phone when I arrive in the morning and then they give it back to me when I leave, if I don't live with them, that is. I usually sign a NDA as well as give permission to run random checks to make sure I don't create social media accounts and post private information. My job is to care of a child, regardless of who the parents are, so my sole focus is the child. They didn't ask to have famous parents and I am not their parent so it would not be right for me to take pictures of the child or release any information without the parent's permission."
"You have no problem whatsoever of handing your private phone over to every day, if you were to work for us?" Victor asked and she shook her head.
"My grandparents and great grandparents passed a few years back and what family members I do have travel frequently so we aren't in constant contact. If it gives you a sense of security, then I have no problem with it. I have found that once I gave the parents trust they usually give me my phone back and just occasionally ask to go through it. Most of the time, I just leave it powered off or in my bag once I get it back while the child is in my care."
"What about doctor's appointments and things like that?" Owen asked.
"My days off," she answered honestly.
"And you said if you don't live with them," he said, "so you have lived with your employer at times?"
"Yes," She nodded. "There have been times I lived with them and times they requested I just come in at certain times. I am okay with both, I have no pets or obligations that would keep me from traveling if I need to."
"Interesting," he nodded, "thank you, you have certainly given us plenty to discuss. We will let you know in a couple of days."
"Certainly," she nodded standing. "Thank you for your times, Sirs."
She left the room and Victor turned to Owen, "I like her."
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Proving Her Wrong
FanfictionVictor Morgan is a famous pianist and a member of the Blackbourne Team. His manager has just informed him that they will be hiring him a personal assistant to aide him while he goes on tour and his family will not be able to join him. On top of that...