Chapter 3 Can You Do It?

• (NFTMB)Chapter 3
• Victoria
• (Can you do it?)
• I marveled at the gates of the mansion I was standing in front of. It was freaking huge.
• “Wow”. My eyeballs were bulging out of their sockets. This was heaven.
• I got my act together and pressed the buzzer.
• Grace had helped me land a potential job of a nanny to a wealthy man. She said the pay would be high. So, here I was.
• “Miss, who are you looking for”. I looked to my left and saw someone who seemed like a gate man judging from his outfit.
• “Hello, I'm Victoria Abbot, I came for the position of a nanny”. Weirdly I felt shy all of a sudden so I looked to the floor.
• “Okay miss, this way please”. He led me in through the gate.
• My mouth hung open in shock. Did someone live here?. It was heaven.
• The stone floors looked like they were always washed everyday. The water fountain in the middle was so big and so beautiful. It looked so good that I desired to drink from it.
• I shook my head to expel such weird thoughts that could get me fired before the job even began.
• I held my little bag with both hands on the handle as I placed it in front of me. I felt out of place in this palace. Yes Palace was a fitting word for this place.
• We climbed up the tiled stairs to the main door. I stood back as he opened the large doors for me leading me in.
• “Thank you”. I flashed him a smile.
• “You're welcome miss”. He said with a tip of his hat.
• I blushed, what a charming old gentleman. A part of me prayed his boss would at least be like him.
• “This is where my journey ends”. His voice snapped me out of thoughts. I turned to face him fully.
• “Sorry?”.
• “I'll leave now, miss, someone will take over soon, please make yourself comfortable”. The gate man announced before leaving.
• “Thank you”. He winked at me and left. How sweet.
• I was scared and embarrassed to even feel comfortable. I looked and felt out of place. I looked down at my cheap purse, my worn out black skirt and my almost faded pink shirt. I looked miserable.
• I was actually doubting a rich person would let me get close to their precious baby, but Grace was quick to shut me down saying I was very good with babies and that they would be lucky to have me look after their baby.
• I felt better after hearing her but now the doubt was back ten times.
• The interior looked rich and weirdly Italian. Maybe the owner was Italian, who knew?. I was so scared that I stood in that spot for fear of ruining the expensive sofa.
• “Who are you and how did you get in here?”. I froze when I heard that authoritative and gruff voice.
• I slowly turned to look at the owner of the voice. He was handsome, wow.
• Dark brown hair, tanned beautiful skin and full lips. He was gorgeous, was he the owner?.
• “I asked who you were miss?”. I remembered that he had asked a question and I almost slapped myself.
• “I'm sorry, I'm Victoria Abbot, I came for the position of the nanny”. I said apologetically while extending my hand for a handshake.
• The handsome man eyed my extended hand carefully before taking my hand in a handshake.
• “I'm Sebastian”. Nice name.
• “Thanks”. He responded dryly.
• Shit, I must have said that out loud.
• “Follow me Miss Abbot”. He turned on his heel and I followed closely behind.
• “You can call me Victoria”. I chuckled trying to lighten the atmosphere, it was so tense and awkward.
• He stopped, looked back at me for a second and continued walking as if nobody spoke. Ouch.
• We got to a door and he stopped in front of it. He knocked in a rhythm as I noticed and awaited a response from inside.
• “Come in”. A deep angry voice could be heard from inside.
• “Capo”. Sebastian said as we walked into what seemed like an office.
• The chair was turned away from us, facing the window as cigarette smoke danced above the seat.
• Smoking is bad for your health, I thought, making sure this time around I did not say it out loud.
• “Śi Sebastian”. The man sounded Italian. I could detect the accent.
• “Capo, questa è la ragazza che è qui per il posto di tata”. I turned to look at Sebastian as he spoke fluent Italian.
• (Boss, this is the girl who is here for the position of a nanny).
• The chair turned almost instantly to face us and my breath got caught in my throat. No way.
• Sitting right there was the handsome billionaire CEO, Alessandro Rossi.
• “Va bene Sebastian, puoi andartene adesso”. His voice sounded so sexy speaking Italian.
• (Alright Sebastian, you may leave now).
• Sebastian bowed before leaving, not even sparing me a glance.
• I stood there lost and awkward, I could not understand what they were saying.
• He crushed the cigarette onto the ashtray on the desk, putting it out.
• “Take a seat miss___?”
• “Miss Abbot, Victoria Abbott”. I supplied swiftly.
• “How old are you miss Abbot?”.
• “I'm 23 years old sir”. He gave me a once over. Who knew what was going on in his head.
• “So, miss Abbot, do you have any experience as a nanny?”. He looked so serious, I almost blushed remembering how he had indirectly saved my life.
• “No sir, I haven't worked as a nanny before. I was previously a sales assistant at a mall”. I lowered my head as I twiddle my fingers.
• He arched one perfectly groomed eyebrow at me. I'm sure he must have felt I was unserious.
• “Then what are you here for Miss Abbot?”. He looked like he was losing his temper already.
• “I might not have been a professional nanny but that does not mean that I don't know the first thing about taking care of babies. When I was in high school I used to be a part time babysitter for our neighbor, so I could earn some extra bucks. While working at the mall, some customers would leave their kids with me for awhile and they trusted me with their children.”
• I tried my best to sound brave and strong. I could not appear weak before this man.
• Looking at him, he still didn't seem convinced by my answer. Taking a really good look at his face, he seemed tired and worn out possibly because of the baby but still very dashing.
• “So miss Abbot, let's say a baby has been crying nonstop and couldn't hold down anything. What does that mean and what would you do?.
• I saw something flash through his eyes for like a second, maybe it was fear.
• “What age are we looking at here”. I asked carefully.
• “2 months”. He said standing up from his seat walking over to the glass window and looking through it over what looked like a garden. It was beautiful.
• “Ohh I think he just craves breastmilk sir, he's really tender you see”.
• He turned to look at me, his eyes strayed a bit to my chest before he looked back at my face.
• “Can you do it, Miss Abbot?”.
• “Do what sir?. I was confused.
• “Can you breastfeed my son, Miss Abbot?”. He was looking me dead in the eye as his back faced the beautiful garden.
• I wanted to laugh out loud till I looked at his face and saw no trace of a smile, he was serious.
• “Oh no sir, that's not possible. I'm sorry I can't do it sir, I'm not a wet nurse”. I told him respectfully.
• “How much for you to do it miss Abbot, I don't have time for these gimmicks”. How rude
• “It's not about the money sir, I really can't do it. I don't have a child so I'm not lactating”. My cheeks flushed red.
• He looked at my chest again before turning to face the garden once more.
• “Then you leave me no choice, Miss Abbot. I can't hire you to care for my son”.
• What?!
• “No sir, I can look after your baby, I can gradually introduce him to the formula”. I was desperate, if I didn't get this job, I would be homeless soon.
• “Leave Miss Abbot!”. He said with a tone of finality.
• I held back a tear as I slowly got up to leave and made my way to the door. As my hand touched the handle, the door flew open from outside as Sebastian walked in with a crying baby in his arms.
• “Capo”. He seemed nervous.
• “Merda, non di nuovo”. Mr Rossi said, throwing his head back. He really seemed nervous.
• (Shit! Not again).
• Sebastian handed the wailing baby over to his father, who looked like he did not know what to do with the baby.
• “May I?”. I asked him cautiously.
• He eyed me like a criminal before handing him to me.
• “Attento al mio erede, altrimenti ti faccio saltare il cervello”. He said. Although I didn't understand Italian, it actually sounded like a threat.
• (Careful with my heir, else I blow your brains off).
• I gently carried the crying baby in my arms, gently stroking his back as I made my way to the glass window over looking the garden. I turned the little baby so he could look at it while I rocked him from side to side as I placed a kiss on his head.
• His wailing had reduced to just cute little hiccups as he paid close attention to the things I pointed out to him.
• The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The young heir had completely stopped crying at this point, he was just so focused on the garden.
• I rocked him for what felt like hours till he fell asleep.
• “Where is his room?”. I asked his father.
• “Follow me”.
• He led me down the hallway to a room on the right.
• I laid the little baby down in his cot as he slept soundly. I turned to meet Mr Rossi directly in front of me. I took a step back.
• “I'll take my leave now”. I said making my way to the door of the nursery.
• “Stay, please”. He spat the last part like it was something strange and foreign to him.
• “I can't breast feed your son Mr Rossi”. I reminded him.
• “You don't have to, if you don't want to. I just need you to care for him like you did today. He seems comfortable around you”. He said with a stoic expression.
• “If so, then yes. I would love to be your baby's nanny”. I offered a little smile which he didn't return.
• “Matteo, his name is matteo”.
• “That's a lovely name”. I said looking back at the sleeping bundle. His name suits him, so cute.
• “When can you start work?”
• “Anytime sir”
• “Can you start tomorrow?”.
• “Of course sir, I'll be on my way now”. I made move to leave the nursery.
• “I need one more favour from you”. He voice halted my steps. I turned to look at him.
• “I need you to be a live in nanny for my son. You will be leaving here”.