The Mayor's Secret

Chapter 2

As the ink dried on the contract, marking the beginning of my journey, a whirlwind of emotions consumed me. It had been a month since that fateful day, and the weight of my new duty was bearing down on me. Despite Margie's instructions and guidance, nervousness pulsed through my veins, like an erratic entity fluttering in my stomach. 

As destiny would have it, I found myself at a pivotal juncture in my mission, where the stars aligned and led me to this day, where I shall encounter Kean, the four-year-old son of Mayor Akriel. 

"I'm nervous." 

My hands trembled ceaselessly, reflecting the constant beating of my heart, as if they were swinging in unison. Unable to find consolation in silence, I automatically turned out to Margie, as she is the only one who knows about this whole situation. 

"Hey, Madame, don't worry about it!" Margie interjected, her voice echoing the nervousness that gripped us both. "I'm practically a bundle of nerves myself! Just go with the flow, cater to the kid's every whim. No stern looks, and remember, patience is key!" She tried to calm my racing heart, but it seemed my nerves had a mind of their own, refusing to be subdued.

I nodded reluctantly in accord while secretly repeating a mantra of comfort to myself. I muttered under my breath, "I can do this," and put all of my faith into those words. 

I didn't want to be entirely consumed by anxiety. This day would pass, I know, and with it, the weight of this unexpected mission. However, a nagging worry kept me awake at night—I fervently prayed I wouldn't mess it all up.

To be honest, I don't even remember the last time I felt this nervous. My work experience has shaped me into someone fearless. Today is also a work experience, but I am definitly scared. The enormous wave of nerves threatened to consume me, a torrent of words of retreat compelling me to back out. But, as I looked back on the journey that had brought me here, I realized there was no turning back—the deal had been made, the die had been cast.

To be honest, it felt like an eternity since I last experienced such nervousness. My years of work experience had molded me into someone seemingly fearless, able to face challenges head-on without flinching. Yet, today was different. Today was an experience unlike any other, one that is unfamiliar. One that is uncomfortable. 

The enormity of it all loomed over me like a giant wave, threatening to swallow me whole.

"Yeah, I know! But what if the kid doesn't like me?" I voiced my genuine concern, my words tinged with vulnerability. 

It was true that some kids had preferences for the individuals they dealt with, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would be greeted with hostility or worse. What if he feels like I am an intruder in his world, in his and his father's world? 

Margie gave her thoughts, her voice tinged with a dash of common sense. Her tone was steady and grounded as she said, "Well... It's important to strike a balance between warmth and boundaries, so offer him occasional treats, but be mindful not to spoil him. Show genuine interest in his world, whether it be playing together at the arcade or exploring his favorite toys or hobbies. By actively participating in his activities, you'll create opportunities for bonding and potential attachment."