The CEO's Nanny

1| Clara

Mornings were always my favourite, ever since I was a child. The quiet peace when nobody was yet awake and the true alone time you could get, an amazing time that could be used for anything you wanted.

At least they used to be my favourite, that is until Adam Christopher Hendricks ruined them for me.

"Lopez! Where the f**k is my eight o'clock interview at?" He yelled from behind the thin glass door that separated his giant office from my desk. Yelling before nine should be illegal, and I'm pretty sure that cursing before then was a sin.

I got up from my comfy chair and started to walk to his office manning up and readying for combat.

Mr. Hendricks was a intolerant prick, he thought fifteen minutes before the arranged time was late, he hated people that didn't get straight to the point and thinksthat breaks are unnecessary. I'm sure his home is made of just a bed and a table much like his office, that had only three chairs, a desk, a couch and his computer. No pictures or diplomas or anything other than what was useful.

"This morning's nanny interview is scheduled for fifteen past Mr. Hendricks. She won't arrive until then I suppose, I could call her if you want." That's the first thing I said upon entering the doors to hell— AKA his office.

Being in his space always made me feel a little woozy. It smelled of lavander and cologne, not a combination you would expect from someone like him. The first time I met Adam Hendricks I couldn't stop smelling this place, it was such a shock that a scent this soothing could be coming from that cold and heartless creature in front of me.

With his hands in his face in a frustrated sign Mr. Hendricks waves me away as if I were a pest to vanish.

I released a breath. At least I didn't have to see his face, that would've put another spin on my day.

Getting back to my desk was always the best part of the work hours. Everything is organised and tidy, from my laptop to my mug all in beige colours, every single thing brought me peace. Peace I needed if I wanted to get out with my sanity with the boss I got. My desk was my sanctuary.

Even though Adam Hendricks got on my nerves he was a good leader, nobody in the company complained about the work here, salaries were good, no after hours were unpaid—and that was crucial when you had a successful journalism emporium— and most people that didn't have to continuosly put up with the CEO seemed to not mind his asshole-ish attitude.

Five minutes before the interview a beautiful life representation of Cinderella waltzed through the elevator into the office. Big blonde hair, cartoonish blue eyes and a sweet smile. That, must be the fifth nanny interview of the month; Sally Carson. She had good credentials, Sally had been an Au Pair for a family in France, a live-in nanny for two more families and had somewhat of a medical training. This one was as good as they came, well-mannered, good looking and if her recommendations spoke for her: great with kids. All you could ask of a great nanny. But, even with all those accolades I could still know, I just felt it in my bones that The Boss will nitpick every single thing about her and come back with irrelevant negatives.

Cinderella closed in on me with a big smile that said _I baked cookies this morning for my forest friends_ and started talking in a sweet voice, "Hiya, how are you? I'm here to see Adam Hendricks for an interview." God, kill. Me. Now. If Mr. Hendricks ever found out that Sally had called him "Adam" I was sure his very prominent forehead vein would pop.

I put on my most charming smile and accompanied her to the lion's den. May god be with her and her beautiful blonde hair.

I didn't bother knocking on the door that led inside the main office, Mr. Hendricks had found it the most "bothersome s**t" as he had put it, so I stopped doing it after my first week. It had been years since then but I was still the only one who did it, I'm sure my coworkers were just too chikenshit.

I entered, signaling Sally to follow me. "Mr. Hendricks, Your Eight-fifteen is here." I said with my sweetest voice, god knows that girl needed all the sweetener that man could get.

He looked up sharply and my breath caught.

I remember my first day, I was unguarded and unprepared for the beautiful marble-etched face this man had. His sea blue eyes could look into your soul and that sharp jaw cut right into it too. Full lips, somewhat bushy—but preen— eyebrows and a beautiful dirty blonde hair that just screemed fluffy. A full on devil that looked like an angel.

His keen eyes did Sally a once over, not a lustful one but assessing, calculating her demeanor by only glancing at her. Mr. Hendricks stood up on his full height while buttoning his blazer silently saying _this is business_. "Hello Ms. Carson right?" Full of charming and confident energy he extended his hand towards Cinderella.

Sally stood a little in shock for just about one second, but Mr. Hendricks noticed, he always noticed when people hesitated.

"Yes! Nice to meet you, please call me Sally or Sal, however you'd like." Her smile almost beamed, in a sparkly sense, so full of happiness. I wondered how a person could be so bubbly before nine.

Mr. Hendricks eyes wandered over to me, stern and plain as always. "You can leave now Clara, I'll take it from here." Great, at least I was back to being Clara and not Lopez.

I hope this one sticks, that guy had a notable dislike for nannies and went through them like underwear. Every month was the same, I stacked twenty or so women who were all qualified, sometimes even men, and although they were nice, bubbly and kind he still fired them after a week of being employed. I could not, for the life of me, understand him.