Scarlett POV
"Kid?" I blinked hard; the conversation was flipping so fast my brain was still playing catch-up.
"Are you good with them?" Denise Scott asked again, dead serious.
"I've never taken care of a kid in my life."
"You can learn."
"..."
Wait, a damn minute-was she straight-up offering me a nanny gig?
"Look, if you can do twenty-four-seven on-call and you're willing to figure out the kid thing, call me. I'll have them send you an offer." She slapped a business card into my hand, then kept talking as if she were already late for her next meeting.
"I'm slammed today, so we'll wrap the interview here."
I watched Denise Scott power-walk out of there, totally stunned.
From the looks of it, all she needed was a nod, and that two-million-dollar-a-year offer was mine.
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