Seal The Deal (Brooklyn Beckham)

Chapter 18: Sandra

A/N: Guys, just remember: After a storm, there's a rainbow...not sure if that was the exact words but you get the picture. So yeah, forgive the drama here. We need it, lovelies.

Chapter 18

My mind was flying and steering everywhere, but also had a grasp on me. Is that even possible? Girls came running off from the the office that the interview was supposed to happen, and from the looks of it they didn't look so happy. I felt his hands on me, tensed yet soft. That simple gesture threw me off a cliff, yet I felt bolder than ever. Every eyes are on us, and I took a sneaky glance at the boy beside me. His face looked normal, except that his devilish smiles are long gone and replaced with something professional.

The woman who was leading us looked nothing like a maid, but more of a secretary from a famous company. I cleared my throat in attempt to shrug off the feeling I received from the contact of his hands. "I'm so nervous," I tried to break the swallowing silence.

"I can tell." I didn't understand what he meant, then I realized that my hands must be sweaty. Nice going, Sydney.

Tugging my hand lightly, I said, "You can let go if you want."

He stayed silent. "No, I like it this way."

I like it, too.

We arrived at a huge door that lead to a hallway. It all really looked like it belonged to the filthy rich family, the Beckhams. The walls were white and shiny, and beautiful paintings hang. I was quickly enticed by the beauty but I tried to keep going.

A gorgeous blonde woman who looked like she's old enough to be a grandmother sat in a comfortable looking leather chair. Confused, I whispered to Brooklyn, "I thought it will be your Mom."

Brooklyn stayed quiet, let go of my hands and walked to the woman. "Hey Granny. I thought it was Mum." He kissed the woman on the cheek. I was distracted by the thought that the woman does not look like she wanted to be called Granny, but hey! None of my business.

"She needed the rest," the woman simply answered.

Another chair was placed beside the woman, then Brooklyn enthusiastically took a seat. "Go easy on her, Gran."

From the looks of it, the woman that Brooklyn claims as his Granny did not seem to bother going 'easy' on me. In fact, her dull eyes flicked her gaze on my body, my face, and maybe my soul. Who knows? She looks like she's about to cut my stomach open just to see if my insides belong to a human.

"Take a seat." She motioned to the leather chair across the desk.

I obliged, thinking it can score some points. "Good morning, Madam." Was it okay to call her Madam or was it too lame?

I was half expecting her to smile or to soften at my greeting but she still looked like she was ready to devour me. "So," she started, flipping open the folder I submitted to them. It is some sort of a resumé except it's for amateurs, also known as teenagers. "Sydney Jane Hanson."

I licked my lips, and bit it involuntarily. It's a habit I do when too nervous to move. "Yes, that's me." My eyes found Brooklyn. He was sort of trying not to laugh, and at the same time trying not to make me freak out. I flicked him a look that read somewhere like, "Don't test me or I'll feed you to your Grandmother."

He shrugged.

"My name is Sandra Georgina West, and I am Brooklyn's grandmother."

I nodded. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. West."

She quickly adds, "It says here that you have lots of experiences, huh?"

I nodded, and proceeded to explain, "Yes, that is right, Ma'am. As a member of a family who struggles when it comes to financial issues, I learned to help by getting jobs that I can take." Was that okay?