Chapter 3 Meeting The Boss

• He hung up the call and pondered for a few seconds. He had a new interview, perhaps there were several filters he had to pass to select the right person.
• He lay down on his bed to dream about what she would do if she got hired and earned twelve thousand dollars a month. She thought about some options, after all, having a couple of illusions didn't cost anything.
• It was a very good salary, not everyone paid twelve thousand dollars to take care of children, and these were two. This time, she would go with the best attitude.
• One had to be endowed with patience to take care of two little ones who had barely stopped breastfeeding.
• The next day, she searched for a skirt that had seen better days, a soft muslin blouse that had also had better moments, but at least she looked more decent.
• Upon arriving at the interview location again, she expected to see many girls waiting, but there was still no one else, only her.
• The girl's nervousness grew. Had she arrived too early? She had no way of telling the time. Or had she arrived so late that everyone had already left?
• She fidgeted in her seat, and the girl from the previous day came out with a good cup of coffee, milk, and a nice sandwich.
• Sylvia took it. She had nothing in her stomach, so she enjoyed the delicious snack.
• After a while, the girl told her she could go in. Sylvia looked around, there was no one else but her. She stood up and headed to the interview office.
• "Good morning, Miss Smith," greeted the same man from the previous day. "You have been selected for the job of taking care of the children."
• Sylvia felt excited by the news. She smiled shyly and after a few seconds said, "What about my passport? How will I handle that?" she asked, concerned.
• "We will solve that today," said the man. "The lady will accompany you to buy clothes, lingerie, shoes, and everything you need for the trip."
• "Thank you!" said Sylvia.
• "She will also accompany you to change at a hotel," said the man, stretching. "There you will have an interview with the children's father, and your debt to your landlady will also be paid."
• Sylvia couldn't believe her luck. She smiled again, this time with relief. After this, the girl invited her to follow her to a shopping center where she bought her suitable clothes.
• Sylvia had never enjoyed a good wardrobe, at most two skirts, two blouses, one pair of pants, and a single pair of shoes.
• So, more than that, it made her feel like a very rich and privileged woman. She was taken to a beauty salon, where they did her nails, styled her hair, and gave her a good facial cleansing.
• Sylvia was a redhead with many freckles, sky-blue eyes, a beautiful face, not very full lips, a medium-sized mouth, average height, one meter sixty.
• She had nice legs, a nicely contoured body, although until now, the clothes she had worn had hidden her beauty.
• After that, they took her to a hotel where they settled her in a large suite; Sylvia had never seen such a beautifully decorated room, let alone one so big.
• The bed was so large that she got lost in it, there was a large mirror and she was surprised to see how different she looked.
• She looked beautiful and sophisticated, she liked the image that the mirror reflected back at her, she had never seen herself in such nice, yet conservative, clothes.
• She sat on the bed, heard a knock on the door, opened it and it was room service with food and drinks, she was hungry.
• She saw everything they had sent her, she had never seen so much food together and so beautifully prepared.
• She remembered the etiquette classes at the orphanage to impress prospective parents, she had tried so hard to do it perfectly, but the good news of being part of a family never came.
• So she kept the knowledge, now it would serve her to work with this billionaire. She only knew that he was a billionaire with two babies, in need of a nanny.
• She ate with pleasure, tried everything they had sent her, later, the service was picked up. She was contemplating the job she would have, taking care of two children; once again, there was a knock on the door.
• She got up and saw a man with a stern face, sharp and stormy eyes, a mouth twisted in bitterness and a very serious expression. He was accompanied by two other gentlemen, also very serious.
• This man scared her, she didn't know who he was.
• "Good afternoon," he said, entering without waiting to be invited.
• The other companions also entered.
• "I am Hafif Aziz," he said without extending his hand, "I am the one who is going to hire you as the mother of my children."
• Sylvia frowned and said, "Nice to meet you, I am Sylvia Smith, Mr. Aziz," Sylvia also didn't shake his hand, "I am the nanny for your children."
• When she said the word nanny, she emphasized it on purpose, but Hafif looked at her with an ironic face.
• "I want to explain to you, Sylvia, that the job is to be the mother of my two children," explained Hafif Aziz, "they are a girl and a boy who were born on the same day, but they don't have a mother."
• "The interviewer spoke to me about being a nanny," said Sylvia, "being a mother is something different."
• "That's right, you will have two million dollars in your account every month just for being the mother, it implies being available twenty-four hours a day for the babies."
• "They also mentioned traveling," said Sylvia, "I warned them that I don't have a passport."
• Hafif took a passport out of his jacket pocket and threw it on the bed, there was her passport, ready without any problem.
• "The situation, Sylvia, is that I need you to sign a marriage contract with me," explained Hafif, "you need to marry me."
• "How?" said Sylvia alarmed, "the interviewer didn't tell me anything about that."
• "It's the main requirement, you will have money, a house, a family, you will travel the world," said Hafif Aziz, "now, you have nothing and no one; do you have a better job offer than this?"
• Sylvia stared at the man who looked at her as if she were an insect.
• Insignificant, she really had nothing, nor anyone. She would be a woman with a lot of money, she had nothing to lose. She pressed her lips together and said:
• - I understand; when will the marriage contract be signed? - Sylvia's voice was dry.
• - Excellent decision, Sylvia - Hafif said ironically.
• - I just hope I don't have to fulfill any wife obligations, Mr. Aziz, I don't like you - Sylvia said - it would be torture for me if that is included in the contract.