A Nanny For The CEO

Chapter 6: Clara

Camila’s POV

I was in the right place at the right time, everything that happened had a reason. Now I'm grateful that Margot Preston arrived at the hotel, grateful for burning that branded dress and for being fired.

That little girl made me react in a positive way, I knew what would happen, I knew I would run as soon as I had the chance; something told me she would go with that little white kitten.

I didn't think about the traffic, I only thought about stopping her before something tragic happened. Everything happened before my eyes in slow motion, but at the same time, very quickly.

"Wait!" I shouted, extending my hands towards the girl.

Everyone was alarmed by my shout, they hadn't noticed, but it was too late for them; I was closer to being able to reach her. The girl didn't hear me, she kept running without realizing the cars, until the horn of a vehicle sounded loudly. My heart racing, my nerves on edge, and my eyes focused only on her. That’s the only way to prevent a tragedy. I had a chance to reach her; I lunged towards the little girl, took her by one of her little arms, and hugged her tightly, covering her with my body while hearing that horn sounding behind us.

I heard an uncomfortable buzzing in my ears, I held the girl tightly in my arms.

"Miss Clara! Miss Clara!"

The men ran around the girl, I learned her name at that moment, Clara.

Many people were alarmed by what almost happened, more than one had their hands on their head in shock.

"Little girl, are you okay?" I said, still holding the girl in my arms.

I wanted to see her to make sure she was okay, but I didn't get the chance, those men took her from my arms and took her away.

"Oh my God, miss, are you okay?"

The driver of the car that almost hit me came out to check if I was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine."

I stood up and brushed off my legs, I had a few scrapes, but nothing serious.

"That was close, I didn't see her, that girl... Oh my God! she came out suddenly. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have become of me at this moment."

It wasn't the driver's fault, but still, it would have been a tragedy.

I'm glad the girl was okay, all those men went crazy and took her inside the hotel, everyone was worried, especially the young girl.

"Do you want anything? Tell me if you need me to buy you something."

"No, sir, really, I'm fine."

"God bless you, young lady. If it weren't for you... I don't even want to think about it."

I don't want to think about something so terrible either.

I crossed the street again feeling people's stares, I picked up my bag and shook it a bit. I had a slight burning sensation on my bruised skin, but it would heal in a couple of days.

I looked at the time, it was almost five o'clock, damn it! I had to hurry.

I grabbed my dragged bag and continued on my way, the owners of the flower shop were waiting for me.

"Good afternoon, I'm Camila Wellington. Maria told me about..."

"Hello, Camila. How are you? We were waiting for you. I'm Mr. Yang and this is my wife."

An older woman comes out from inside the place and greets me.

"I apologize for being late, but I had a little incident on the way here."

"Come in, dear. This is your home."

The flower shop was small, but it was so well decorated that it made it a very cozy place.

"Thank you, the place is beautiful."

The lady gives me a cup of tea and continues arranging a beautiful bouquet of roses.

"Mr. and Mrs. Yang, I came because I need work, Maria spoke well of you and told me that..."

"Listen, Camila. We're not currently looking for anyone, we haven't had good sales lately, and that's why we had to let go of some of our staff."

My chances were fading before my eyes, I looked outside and it was getting dark.

"I can do anything," I insisted.

"I know how to take care of flowers, at my old house, I took care of a beautiful garden we had. I know about many flowers and all kinds, really, I can do whatever."

I have nowhere to go, I need to stay in a safe place, at least for today.

"We have things to do, young lady, what we don't have is money to pay for your work."

I was caught between a rock and a hard place, but upon further thought, what I need at this moment is a safe place.

"Don't give me money, if you give me a space where I can sleep, I'll do whatever you say."

The couple seemed surprised by my response.

"Oh, that wouldn't be fair for a girl like you, you're very young, you can be somewhere else where they can pay you what's fair."

"Mrs. Yang, really, I need the job, I have nowhere to go."

The lady looks at her husband and he's the one who makes a decision.

"Okay," the gentleman replies.

"That being the case, we'll help you, and you'll help us."

I smiled happily, all I wanted was a safe place where I could spend the night.

"Of course, you won't regret it, really. I'm trustworthy. Maria knows me, you can ask about me."

"We already did it, he told us really nice things about you; among that, what happened with the dress. So there's nothing to worry about, there's nothing to fix here."

Mr. and Mrs. Yang let me sleep in a small room they had available inside the flower shop, I will take care of the place.

Two days later, I'm still at the flower shop, I changed a couple of things outside because I think its old decoration takes away from its appearance, it's not that it's ugly; but it needs to grab attention.

"Mr. Yang, people pass by and they should notice what's here. I mean, they are colorful flowers, impossible not to notice them, but they are hidden, mostly because the café next door blocks the view."

"Alright, alright... Change whatever you want, I leave it to you."

"Perfect!"

I used to take care of my father's garden flowers as a hobby, it truly was one of my favorite pastimes.

I moved some big flower pots from the entrance and cleared up all the space, I painted the Yang flower shop sign with pastel colors and decorated it with the same flowers from the shop; I made a counter for arrangements, from the simplest to the largest ones.

"Look how beautiful!"

Mrs. Yang prepared the flowers while she watched me move things around again and again.

"We will make some cards, offer our service to decorate parties, houses. You make beautiful arrangements, you should take advantage of that talent and share it with others, and make money from it."

"I don't think anyone will pay for things like that."

"Of course they will, I know people who pay to have their houses decorated with fresh flowers every week."

I've set out to help them, there is so much potential in this place, I truly want to see their business grow.

"Camila, you have such a beautiful energy. It was a blessing that you arrived and brought that beautiful initiative for the business."

"It's nothing, really."

The place turned out really nice, Mr. and Mrs. Yang were very happy with the result. That night they invited me to have some delicious pasta made by Mrs. Yang, I really feel great with them.

"Cami, we are truly grateful to you, we don't have a way to repay you."

"It's nothing, I do it with pleasure."

We kept eating, but I felt that the atmosphere was getting tense.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes, dear," the Mrs. replied.

I knew that not everything could be so perfect.

"This morning we received a call from our daughter, she has been insisting for a long time that we sell the business and go back to China with her. It's not that we are stubborn, but we have everything we need here. But now that things are not going as we want, we are considering what our daughter says."

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Yang, that takes me by surprise."

"Dear, we found a buyer, most likely we will close the deal in a week and go back to our daughter, we're old and we have to let our children guide us. If you like, we can talk to the new owner, we'll recommend you very well."

I smiled at what she said, but deep down I wasn't comfortable.

"Oh, yes... that would be perfect."

I was so excited about this place and now I'm back to that same lack of enthusiasm as before, I'll have to continue my path and look for other alternatives for myself.

I packed the few things I have into my bag, knowing that I would leave at any moment and not come back, I can't just sit idly by.

The next day, I was organizing the place, I had to deliver a bouquet of white roses to a girl. In my head, I was organizing my schedule, I'll go get a couple of newspapers and cross out job listings, I'll go to the café next door to see if they need personnel or to the hotel across the street, I was looking for options.

"Good morning," says a man in an elegant suit entering the store.

"Good day, welcome to Floristería Yang."

"Are you Camila Wellington?"

I furrowed my brow and observed the man I had never seen before.

"Yes, that's me."

"Miss, I need you to come with me."