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"Jennifer what the hell do I even put!" I say showing her the paper. We came to see what jobs there are, there were about 10 other people doing the same.

Jennifer looks at lady sitting next to us and stalks her paper and tells me what to write down.

Minutes passed and everyone including myself ran to the other lady's desk giving her our paper work. She took mine and another lady's and put on some number on a sticky note and handed me back my papers. Or what I thought were my papers

"Hey! Those were my papers!" Some girl shouts. Oh shit gotta Zayn out that bitch. I ran out with Jennifer behind me.

"I guess they'll call me" I said reading the note. We both go back home.

"Blake these papers are gold! That lady went to college and everything!" Jennifer says reading the papers. I was about to go read them but my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number. I look over at Jennifer and she tells me to answer the call.

Me: Hello?

Unknown:
Hi is this Blake? Blake Bryson?

Fuck the girl had the same name as me. Do I say yes?  Or tell her that's not me?

Me:
y-yeah that's me.
What can I help you with?

Unknown:
I have a job if you're interested. My boss is looking for a nanny. You're not officially hired yet, my boss would have to interview you first. Is that okay with you?

Me:
of course!

Unknown:
Perfect! I'll send you the address.
Have a great day Ms.Bryson

Me:
You too and Thank you so much!

I hang up and start cheering.

"What happened?!" Jennifer asked

"This lady said she'll send me some address! That I could possibly become a nanny " I replied

"A nanny? Uh wouldn't that be tough?" She asked

"I mean yeah but maybe the kids are young"

"How many are there?" She questioned

"I don't know, that part didn't come up" my phone vibrates and it's a message with the address.

"Okay Jennifer I'll see you in a couple hours!" I said grabbing my handbag and give her a quick hug.

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Woah.

This house is ginormous! What are they billionaires? Holy cow. I knock on the door and seconds later some guy opens it. He looked a bit older maybe around his 50's.

"Who may you be looking for?" He asked. He had this British accent. I couldn't help but laugh even though its wasn't funny. I seriously have laughing problems. When it comes to awkward situations I tend to laugh hysterically. Why? Let's just say I'm an idiot.

"I'm sorry" I apologize

"Oh I'm here for the job as the nanny" I answer and he looks at me from head to toe.

"You'll need a bunch of holy water and Jesus if you get hired" He says laughing. I laugh nervously and he tells me to take a seat on the couches. In the middle of the wall there was a portrait of this beautiful woman. She had green eyes and very light brown hair. Must be the mom.

"Mr.Dolan will be here in a few minutes. Can I get you a drink? Snack?" He asked.

"You got some vodka or something?" I joke. He looks at me and nods

"I was joking, and no thank you" I said and he ends up laughing.

"What's your name?" I ask

"Bruno" He replied

"Well Bruno, I'm Blake" I say we shake hands and he gives me a smile. He goes to what I'm assuming is the kitchen. I just look around the huge living room. I hear footsteps coming from the stairs I turn my attention to whoever was coming down. It was the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen. I wave at her and she gives me a toothless smile. She had very light brown hair almost a dirty blond sort of color with light blue eyes.

"Hi, what's your name?" I ask and she points to the ceiling

"Ceiling?" I question she smiles and shakes her head no . Wow I'm dumb

"Is it s-sky?" I ask and she nods. I high five her and she smiles widely

"How old are you?" I ask. She holds up a five

"Well Sky, I'm Blake!" I said. She takes a seat next to me and looks at the portrait

"Is that your mommy?" I ask, she nods

"Where is she?" She points to ceiling again.

"She's with the angels?" She nods 

The little girl looked just like the lady in the painting. Just that Sky had blue eyes.

"How many siblings do you have?" She holds up a 7. Holy shit 7 kids? What the fuck.

I'm in for some trouble.

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