Kenya is on top of the world as one of the world's most successful rising businesswomen. But she quickly learns she can't have it all. Something must give and she has to make a choice between her dreams or the love of her life.
"Livy don't spit out the food." I saw a young girl laughing, who I did not know feeding my daughter. In my kitchen.
"Who are you?" I said walking to my daughter.
"Mr. Beckham." She nervously smiled caught off guard. "Good morning, I'm Cristiana. Your wife hired me." She held her hand out to shake my mine.
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I looked at it. I then took my daughter out the high chair and put her in my arms. "Hired you for what?"
"Uh...to be your nanny." She said nervously.
"My daughter doesn't need a nanny." I said matter of factly. Not here for Kenya hiring people or inviting people into my house without asking me.
I don't know this girl, and especially not enough to be around Olivia.
"I'm sorry I thought she told you. I..." She dropped the apple sauce she was feeding Livy.
"I'm sorry." she said scurrying to pick up the broken glass and food.
"How did you get in here?" I asked her.
"She let me in. At Mrs. Beckham's office I watch Livy, while she's in meetings and stuff. And--"
"You what?" I cut her off.
I told Kenya no fucking nannies. And I said if you're going to take her to the office, you watch her.
"Where is Kenya?" I asked the girl.
"She had to hurry to pick up one of the Mac execs from the airport."
"Well you tell Kenya next time you see her, we don't need a fucking nanny. You can leave." I pointed to the door.
"I'm sorry sir, I was only doing what I was told. I didn't mean to be an intrusion. I needed the job to help pay for school and...nevermind." Tears began to fall. "Sorry." She grabbed her things and was about to go.
"Wait." I rolled my eyes and turned to her. "You didn't deserve that. i apologize."
"Its fine." She wiped her eyes.
"Why did you need the job again?" I asked, sitting with Livy at the counter. Livy played with the chain around my neck and blew spit bubbles.
"I was a student at NYU. But I had to take a semester off because my father died and I had no way to pay for my education. Kenya heard about my story through my professor, who she's friends with. And helped me out. She said she knew the feeling." She wiped the new tears forming.
