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“My lastwhat?” I shook my head. “Excuse me for being confused here, but what do sleep schedules and potty training have to do with this job listing?”
“Everything. Didn’t you read it?”
“IthoughtI did.” I set my cupcakes on the desk. “I also brought these for consideration.”
“Now, you’re confusingme.” She flipped a page in her clipboard. “Your name is Harlow Hawthorne, right?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“You’re seeking full time salaried employment, correct?”
“Well, uh, the listing that brought me here actually said part time.”
“Is that a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to wanting a full-time job?”
“It’s a yes.”
“Thank you.” She pointed to a yellow highlighted section. “So, you’re not here for ‘Manhattan CEO seeking private, live-in nanny for two young children, must be available to me at all times—off days to be discussed? Salary of three hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars a year that includes health benefits and all travel expenses?”
“No, that’s not the right one. I’m here for the—” I stopped talking. “What’s that salary again?”
“Three hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars. Plus benefits.”
“For being a nanny?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Alive-innanny.”
My mind was blown.
As a teenager, I spent most of my summers babysitting the neighbors’ children for easy money. I baked a pizza, turned on a movie, and the kids practically watched themselves.
How hard could this ‘nanny’ thing possibly be?
“Okay, wait.” I was excited now. “By ‘live-in,’ does that mean the family pays for me to move closer, or I stay in their house? What would happen to the rent on my current apartment?”
“Save those questions when you get to part two of the interview.” She tore off a sheet of paper and handed it to me. “Here’s the address. You need to be there by three thirty sharp. The client in question is only using us for screening and HR purposes, to make sure the people we send over aren’t psychopaths.”
“Does this client have a name?”
“He’ll give it to you when you get there.”
“Okay…” I stood and picked up my cupcakes. “Do you think the client will want these or should I leave them here for the other listing just in case?”
She gave me a blank stare.
“What about my outfit?” I asked, looking down at my bright pink dress and khaki apron. “Do you think I should change into something else more appropriate before going there?”
“Miss Hawthorne?” She motioned for me to step closer.
“Yes?”
“Head to the interview now, before I call the client and tell him that you’ve asked more questions about your cupcakes than his children.”
I left without another word.
THREE (B)
HARLOW
