NANNY FOR MENDES.

Two

It's Friday. The day of my interview. I'm so nervous.

What if I don't even get the chance to get interviewed? What if I don't impress him? Oh my God. I should've listen to Mom when she told me to wear formal clothes. But it just isn't me.

The building itself was intimidating. When I got inside, I felt...out of place. I don't belong in this world anymore.

I found a woman in the ground floor behind an office.

"Excuse me?" I said, clearing my throat.

"Good morning. How can I help you?"

"I'm here for the interview.. for the nanny job..."

"Oh yes. Right. Take the elevator and go to the 10th floor. That's Mr.Mendes' office. You'll be interviewed there."

"Thank you so much."

I took the elevator and pressed the 10 button, just like she said. Right before the elevator closed, a man got inside. Apparently he's late.

"Sorry. Running late."

"It's okay."

That guy is really handsome. Blue eyes, brown hair, sharp jawline, tall, lean. Perfect.

"You here for that job interview?"

"Umm. Yes."

"Well good luck with that." He said, sarcastically.

"Thank you."

Finally, we're on the 10th floor.

"You probably don't know where Shawn's office is. Follow me."

"Okay. Thanks."

I followed him. We walked through a corridor. Mendes' office is the fourth door on the right.

"Here. It isn't directly his office. It's a waiting room with his secretary. Good luck."

"Thank you so much."

"I'm Noah by the way." He offered his hand for me to shake it.

"Sophia. Nice to meet you." I said, shaking his hand and smiling.

"Nice to meet you too."

I turned around and knocked.

"Come in!" A woman said from the inside.

I opened the door to find some many women waiting to be interviewed. Oh my God. I should just leave. Why would he pick me when there are so many other girls here for that job?

Just when I was about to turn around, the woman who told me to come on calls me.

"What's your name, miss?"

I turned around and went to her desk.

"Umm. Sophia. Sophia Johnson."

"Okay, Ms.Johnson. Please take a seat. When it's your turn, I'll call you."

I take a seat. I'm very nervous. No, that's an understatement.

After 45 minutes, I get call from Mom.

I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Soph. Anything yet?"

"I didn't even get interviewed yet."

"Sophia Johnson?" The woman from the desk called.