2: Hired

Weeks later, Noah seeks a way to get out of his unfortunate situation. He often drowns himself in alcohol and sometimes at work, but fortunately, Isabel has not returned to work there.

The absence of the only woman he has loved starts to reflect in the behavior of his little son, Liam. No matter how much he tries to make him understand that his mother won’t come back, it has only triggered a rebellious and controversial attitude in the child.

The nannies have not worked out, as they all quit after just a few days, claiming the boy is quite mischievous or has tried to escape. The worst part for Noah is that he cannot neglect his business, as it means losses for him.

Once again, there’s a knock on the office door. The secretary enters because it’s time to interview a few more candidates for the nanny position. He just hopes that this time there’s at least one who can win over this little boy. 

With Isabel's deception, he can’t help but think and deduce that everyone around him is only close because of self-interest, clearly for his money, just like his ex-wife.

Before heading to the interviews, Noah receives a message from his friend, informing him that the divorce papers have reached Isabel.

The candidates come in one by one, but they all resemble those who have quit. While trying to impress him with inappropriate comments, his patience runs thin, and by the end of the day, he’s left to continue the daily hiring of nannies, which is not good for the child. However, there’s no other option.

Meanwhile, Emily was smiling as she finished helping her grandparents. Today, she would have to look for a job again; the expenses at home, not to mention monthly payments, overwhelm her more each day. She looks at her computer and realizes that she must postpone her studies again due to a lack of money.

Emily picks up her phone; her friend has sent her the location for a nanny interview. Emily smiles because this is a great opportunity to stay afloat a little longer, as waiting tables haven’t worked well for her.

She quickly gets ready while mentally reviewing some points her friend mentioned. She kisses her grandparents and then steps out with her biggest smile. She takes the bus, but it stops far from the indicated address.

When Emily gets off, all she does is run to try to make it there. Upon arrival, she sees the huge building with large windows she needs to enter.

She lowered her head as she exhaled heavily, feeling quite excited about the opportunity to get a job again, one that was full-time, so she wouldn’t have to think about working the next day.

Emily gathered everything in her hands, realizing she was running quite late, but staying optimistic about being able to achieve something; the elevator doors opened, revealing the presidential reception area. A woman, seeing her, pressed her lips together and with a disdainful look told her to go on.

“You've arrived too late, and what Mr. Davis hates the most is tardiness,” she said.

That small chance of getting the job appeared to have ended for Emily upon hearing those words.

“I’m sorry, I couldn't arrive earlier. Please let me go to the interview, just one opportunity, I need the job. Something came up on my way, please,” Emily spoke, pleading with her hands clasped together.

As Emily was explaining to the receptionist, Noah came out of the conference room and headed toward his office, but as he passed, he noticed Emily. He grimaced and continued walking until he heard that she didn’t intend to move from there. He stepped back slightly; she was a slim woman with flawless features, very beautiful—something he noticed easily.

Emily, on her part, caught a glimpse of a man standing to the side; just his gaze made her uncomfortable, so she preferred to ignore him.

“From what I just heard, you’re here for the interview,” he spoke with a piercing look that felt unsettling at first glance. “Leave your resume with the receptionist and move on; I don’t have much time to waste,” he said. His tone was strong and dominant, causing Emily's skin to prickle entirely.

She obeyed him, walking ahead with a smile for at least making it to the first step. She walked confidently, feeling the man’s gaze on her; he was quite tall and very attractive—something she certainly didn’t overlook.

Emily sat down in front of a huge desk, while he perched himself on the edge of the table. Noah’s scent quickly filled Emily’s nostrils. For a few seconds, before starting a conversation, she got lost in his brown eyes, his toned body perfectly defined without a jacket or tie.

Noah, for his part, shook his head a couple of times, trying to clear the thoughts swirling in his mind; she had left him completely restless. He crossed his arms and began to speak.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Emily moistened her lips to respond, which made Noah clear his throat.

“Emily Wilson. I’m very sorry for being late; what happened was…” she began to explain.

Noah raised his hand, placing it open in front of Emily’s face to prevent her from continuing.

“I’m not interested in your problems; I already have enough of my own to fill my office with complaints. The only thing I care about is finding the right woman to take care of my son, someone who can make him feel as good as if he were with his mother, who treats him well and provides the time he needs. Someone who can be his best friend, because otherwise, your job will only last a couple of days or, in the best-case scenario, just a few hours,” he stated firmly.

As she listened, all Emily could wonder was what could be so difficult about that little boy that babysitters didn’t last.

Noah grabbed the phone on the desk and called his secretary, then asked without the slightest care, “Is there any problem with her?” Emily’s eyes widened at the expression on his face while he spoke into the phone; after a few minutes, he hung up and turned directly to her. Despite everything, he saw Emily as a good option; she bore a slight resemblance to Isabel, and that could help his son react positively.

“Well then, it’s settled. We’ll go right now for my son to meet you, and you can start tomorrow. Do you have any problem with that?” he asked, again locking his challenging gaze directly on her, making her feel completely intimidated. In response to his question, she merely shook her head. “Perfect, then we’ll go immediately,” he spoke again.

“Really?” she questioned, surprised and joyfully. Noah rolled his eyes at her attitude.

“Yes, your salary will be very good, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he affirmed.

“Thank you, Mr. Davis,” she expressed her gratitude and looked at him.

He stood up, indicating that they should leave.

Emily was somewhat surprised to see that the employees of that man only lowered their heads when he exited. Her astonishment grew when she saw the car they got into. A man was driving while the two of them maintained a considerable distance, without exchanging a word.

She was worried; she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do, but knowing that she could lose her grandparents' house if she didn’t pay was the best motivation to do things right.

The car stopped, and soon the driver was opening the door on the side where Noah was seated.

When she got out, the first thing she noticed was the kind of property he lived in. It was even more impressive when they entered; inside, an unimaginable amount of luxury shone everywhere. There were several service staff; while she was dazzled by one thing after another, a throat clearing from him caught her attention.

“I hope you’ve had a chance to see the whole house. I mention it because of that indiscreet way you are looking at one place and another. Please follow me to the dining room, so you can meet my son during dinner,” he said arrogantly.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” she replied.

“He’s here now, so we’re doing this today. I’m not going to waste another day on this,” he said haughtily. “My son's name is Liam; you don’t need to know mine, just calling me 'sir' will be enough,” he added. She nodded in acknowledgment.

She was just starting her job and was already feeling uncomfortable, but what really mattered was paying that mortgage; she exhaled while lowering her head and taking short steps behind him. When they arrived at the grand and luxurious dining room, he stretched out his hand, signaling for her to take a seat, and then he sat down across from her.

After a short while, the table was served; there was food everywhere, but her attention was stolen by a young boy who approached, dressed very well, his brown eyes and chestnut hair resembling the cold, arrogant man. Seeing him there made her nervous, as she felt she wasn't able to fulfill her duties properly.

“The only woman I want to see in the dining room is my mom; otherwise, I’d rather eat alone in my room,” the boy spoke loudly and without hesitation, then turned away before she could introduce herself.

Noah clenched his fist, looked at Emily, and then watched as his son ran off.

“Leave. I’ll talk to him, and I hope he can be more open to all of this tomorrow,” he said, his jaw completely tense.

Emily left, feeling somewhat confused about the whole situation, while Noah could only think that everything was getting out of control because of Isabel.