Against My Will

~ Chapter One ~

To say it was a good day would be an understatement. I was walking down my local town street when I came across a flyer posted by the Kent family. It sated that they needed a full time nanny to take care of their son. To be able to work with them would only be a miracle that only a few selected people would be able to say they've achieved it. Despite the rumors that Mrs Kent's past affairs is the result of their four year old son Kingston, I'd be thrilled to work with them.

You see, the Kent's are the most respected and definitely one of the most influential families here in New York. Mrs Amy Kent runs a very successful fashion house in Central New York while Mr Brandon Kent is the soon to be CEO of Kent Industries. With two business moguls under one roof with different schedules, I wouldn't be surprised if they couldn't watch over their son properly. The poor kid must have gone through a round of nannies.

A week later I decided to apply for the job. It was a rash decision but imagine how many more jobs this could open up for me if I would've said I worked with the Kent's. The flyer clearly stated that after applying I would have to wait a week to get a response and if I didn't then the job be damned. I got a reply early Thursday morning while I was going through my emails. It didn't state much but what was clear was that I would have to meet with the couple and their son this afternoon in their penthouse situated in Mr Kent's company building.

I finished up with my day working as a waitress in Digs Diner and bustled onto the busy New York streets. I hung my bright red coat just off my shoulder and straightened my black pencil skirt as well as my matching black sheer top. Extra points of approval, I went all out to Uptown New York just to get a pair of red heels designed by none other than Mrs K herself. If I don't get the job at least I walk out stylish.

Embracing the cool air, I pushed open the company doors and was welcomed with the lively buzz of workers communicating through ear pieces and drivers and staff scattered all over the lobby. The desks were a matte black modern feel while the walls were a gorgeous spotless white. I muscled up a smile and made my way to the first reception desk I saw.

"Hi, I'm Michelle." I greeted, peering down at the lady who was typing furiously at her laptop. She looked up at me and flashed a smile, like one of those forced flight attendants smile.

"Hello Michelle. I'm Sarah, the receptionist here at Kent Industries. Do you have a scheduled meeting?" I cringed slightly. Her voiced sounded so poised and rehearsed that it hurt.

I shook my head, letting my long brown hair fall over my shoulders. "Actually I have a meeting with Mr and Mrs Kent. It's about a job I applied for, taking care of their son."

"Ah yes, the nanny job. I'll just get Mr Kent's secretary to buzz you up." Sarah picked up a landline and dialed a few numbers before she smiled politely and said his secretary will only be a few minutes.

To make time pass by I tapped my finger impatiently on the marble high station that blocked me and Sarah's view from each other. If I do get the job I can only imagine the new things I would discover about this family that the media doesn't know. Kingston may only be a blood related son to one of his parents and I would be the one to know that. Although I think that something in Amy's contract will limit my contact with the Media and paparazzi.

I still do wonder why so much nannies have fled from their household. I imagine Kingston to be a lovely four year old. He just needs younger company, all his other nannies were above the age of fifty. I'm just at the tender age of nineteen. He needs someone young to liven him up a bit.