by Sky Winters
Anna couldn't take another moment of this. She sprang from her seat, sending Kenneth lurching forward from the movement.
"Mr. Walloon," Anna sputtered, barely able to speak. "What the hell is going on here?"
Kenneth stood up straight and shook his head, that little smirk still on his lips.
"What do you think is going on here?" he asked. "Come on, you're a smart girl, you can figure it out."
Deep down, Anna knew. But she didn't want to accept the reality of what was happening; that her boss was making a move on her.
"It looks like what's happening is that you're trying to do…something," she said. "And I don't even want to think about what that is."
"Oh, please," said Kenneth. "I'll just come right out and say it, then. I want you to have sex with me, right here, right now."
Anna could hardly believe how bold he was being.
"But…you're married!" she exclaimed, her eyes flicking to the gold band on Kenneth's ring finger.
He waved his hand through the air, dismissing the thought.
"What wifey doesn't know won't hurt her," he said. "Not like she's found out about any of this so far."
"This is disgusting!" shouted Anna, staggering backward and away from Kenneth, who was now moving toward her.
"It's a very simple proposition," he said. "You give me what I want –a little now, a little later- and I'll make sure you move up in the world. And if not, I'll make sure you stay right where you are until kingdom come. Easy as that."
"No!" shouted Anna. "Not a chance in hell!"
Kenneth's expression darkened.
"Last chance, girlie," he said. "Last chance to do the smart thing."
Now he was close enough to place his hand back on Anna's shoulder, which he was quick to do.
The idea of Kenneth touching her again sent Anna into a rage she didn't know she was capable of, and not just a rage, a strength. Building within her was some sort of power that forced her to take pause. It was almost as if some inhuman spirit had taken hold of her and filled her with its power.
Forming her hand into a fist, she pulled back and drove it right into Kenneth's stomach, the impact causing his fat to jiggle. A shocked expression crossed Kenneth's face, and he stumbled backward. And as he stumbled back, Anna looked at her fist, surprised at just how hard she’d been able to hit him.
How the hell did I do that? she wondered.
"What…what the hell did you just do?" he said, his face red.
"I, um," said Anna, struggling to form the words. "I just quit!"
With that, she hurried toward the office door, fumbling with the lock to get it open.
"You can't quit!" shouted Kenneth. "Because you're fucking fired! Fired! And consider your ass blacklisted!"
Anna didn't want to say another word. Snatching her purse off the floor and opening the door, she rushed out of the office, slamming the door behind her and hurrying to the elevator. She pressed the "call" button over and over, as though she were in a murder movie and the killer was just at her heels. Once the elevator arrived and she stepped in, the doors sliding shut slowly in front of her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
What the hell just happened? she asked herself, unable to process the events of the last twenty or so minutes. Did my boss actually just do that? Is this all a dream?
Soon, she was back into the spacious, modern lobby of the office. She rushed through, not making eye contact with a soul. Stepping through the tall, glass doors of the building and back onto the city street, she leaned against one of the tall columns of the building's façade and attempted to catch her breath. Her heart raced, and she felt as though her knees might buckle under her at any moment.
She felt as though she'd just woken up from some kind of dream. But the buzzing of her phone in her back pocket snapped her right back into reality.
It was a text from Kenneth.
‘Don't bother coming in tomorrow. Pleasure working with you.’
Shoving the phone back into her pocket, Anna's fear gradually shifted into rage. Part of her wanted to storm back up to the office and work Kenneth over with her purse. Instead, however, she headed home in a daze of anger. Once she stepped off the train at her stop in Astoria, the reality of what just happened dawned on her. In about the span of an hour, she'd gone from gainfully employed to without a job, all because she didn't want to give that pig of a boss what he felt entitled to.
Reaching her building, Anna stormed up the stairs, into her apartment and then to her room, not saying a word to Katie or Eleanor, her two roommates. She plopped down in front of her laptop and, after a little digging around, found the email address for Kenneth's wife. Still boiling over with anger, she typed up a professional email outlining exactly what had happened in Kenneth's office only a couple of hours ago. Once done, Anna held the cursor over the ‘Send’ button, knowing that, with a click, she'd be blacklisted from the industry that she'd fought so hard to get into.
She took a breath and clicked, the tension draining out of her body as soon as she did.
So much for my career in the investment industry, she thought to herself as she sat slumped in her chair.
But she wasn't interested in sitting around. The email sent, she headed over to Craigslist and began looking for something to bring in some money while she figured out her next step.
But before she even had a chance to scan through the postings, the chime of an incoming email sounded.
Oh, no, she thought, figuring the email was a response from Kenneth, her stomach tightening at the prospect. As she read the email, however, she saw it wasn’t from any address she recognized. It appeared to be from some kind of headhunting company.
Ms. Anna Clinton, the email began, a local company is looking for enthusiastic new hires. After reviewing your profile, we have determined that you would be an excellent candidate for the position. Please review the posting, and contact us if you’re interested in learning more.
- Silver Talon Headhunting Agency.
Confused, not to mention struck by the uncanny timing, Anna read the description.
LIVE-IN NANNY – GOOD PAY – FULL BENEFITS – IMMEDIATE START – DISCRETION REQUIRED
That last part gave Anna pause. Why would a nanny service need their employees to be discreet? Still, the middle three bullet points made this job too good to pass up. Anna clicked the job.
Looking for a good-paying job in the city? Ready to work with the children of some of the wealthiest clients in Manhattan? Apply now to Ladon Nanny Services! Our salaries start at 50K, and we provide full medical and dental, as well as free accommodation with client. Full background required, as well as an NDA. Apply now! Positions available immediately for the right candidate.
It was strange; Anna couldn't get over why a nanny service would be paying so much money, as well as offering such solid benefits. She'd had friends who worked as au pairs during college, and they were all in it for the experience of living abroad, not the money. And the background check and NDA; it struck her as something that'd be more appropriate for a job with the CIA, not a nanny service.
Still, assuming it wasn't a scam, it was an opportunity too good to pass up. Anna pulled out her resume, updated it, and sent it off along with a cover letter to the headhunting agency.
I'll start pounding the pavement tomorrow.
After this, she headed into the living room where her roommates were both well into a bottle of wine and their reality TV. Plopping down on the couch, she poured herself a glass and vowed to not get too emotional about her situation. However, a couple glasses of wine later, that all went out the window. She burst into tears in front of Eleanor and Katie, telling them both her sorry tale. After a little more wine, as well as some commiseration, she felt a little better, and more than a little tired.
Okay, time for bed, she thought. Big day, tomorrow, of trying to piece my damn life back together after this mess.
As soon as she changed into her PJs, she decided to check her email one last time before bed
, a nagging feeling that Kenneth's wife might've responded to her tugging at her stomach. She turned her computer back on and, to her surprise, there was already a response from the nanny service. Eagerly, Anna opened the email.
Ms. Clinton,
Thank you for your application. After reviewing your information, we feel you would potentially make a great fit here at Ladon Nanny Services and would like to interview you in person. Please come to 432 Fifth Avenue tomorrow at nine sharp. Bring your identification, passport, and multiple copies of your resume, and let the front desk know you've arrived. Professional attire required.
And that was it. Anna was excited that her job hunt might already be over for the time being, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was seriously off about all of this. Still, a job was a job, and she wasn't in any sort of position to be choosy. Anna gathered her information and interview clothes, making sure everything was set for tomorrow. Getting into bed and turning out the lights, she couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow had in store.
CHAPTER 2
Anna stood in front of her full-length mirror, looking over, with uncertainty, the outfit she'd chosen for the interview. With a small smile, she noticed her pressed black slacks, smart blue-and-white striped button-up shirt, and black heels were essentially what she'd worn for her interview at Flintlock. She turned to the side, making sure the clothes fit properly on her slim body. Anna knew she'd dropped a few pounds during her time at Flintlock –the result of skipping more than a few lunches to continue working through the break- and found herself worrying that she was beginning to look too slender and fragile.
Why did I feel like I needed to get so dressed up for an interview at a nanny agency? she wondered. Business casual would be more than appropriate.
The more she thought about it, however, the more she realized that something about the professional tone of the emails from the agency, coupled with the background checks, gave her the impression that Ladon Nanny Services was more than just some casual agency. Anna applied a touch more blush to her prominent cheekbones and gave a satisfied nod.
Stepping closer to the mirror, she took a look at the finer points of her outfit. Her auburn, shoulder-length hair was tied into a neat braid, her sparkling green eyes were outlined with a tasteful amount of black liner, and her full, Cupid's-bow lips had, what Anna felt was, the perfect amount of scarlet-colored lipstick.
Once she felt her appearance was to her satisfaction, she put the requested documents into her bag and headed out. Her roommates, both in the service industry, were still asleep. To her surprise, Anna felt too nervous for a full breakfast, choosing, instead, to pour herself a thermos of coffee. On the train ride to Midtown, she found herself unable to shake the strange feeling she had about all of this, as though she were walking into something that wasn't what it first appeared to be.
Soon, she stood at the base of 432 Fifth Avenue, the building where the agency was located. The tower was one of the ultra-modern skinny skyscrapers that'd been popping up all over Manhattan in recent years, and this, too, struck Anna as strange.
These are some nice digs for a nanny agency, she thought as she walked through the front doors of the building and into the sleek lobby. Nicer than Flintlock, so far.
"Um, hi," said Anna, approaching the smartly-dressed young woman at the tower’s front desk. "My name is Anna Clinton; I'm here to interview with Ladon Nanny Services."
The young woman's eyes flicked to Anna, and she looked her over with suspicion.
"Two forms of identification, please," she said brusquely.
Anna fumbled in her bag for her New York City ID and passport, handing them both over. The receptionist looked over the documents, her eyes going back and forth between Anna and the IDs. Once she was satisfied, she handed the documents back over. Next, she pressed a small button by her computer, which revealed on the desk, a small, electronic sensor.
"Place your thumb there and hold it until I say so," said the woman, typing away at her keyboard.
"What's…what's this for?" asked Anna.
"Agency policy," said the woman, her tone sharp and her eyes still on her screen.
"Oh, okay," said Anna, placing her thumb on the sensor.
She held it for what seemed like a full minute, her eyes darting around at the serious-faced, professionally-dressed men and women who made their way through the lobby.
"Okay," said the receptionist, "remove your thumb."
Anna did so, a red imprint of her thumb remaining on the sensor; her name, date of birth, and other information listed below it.
"That will be all," said the receptionist. "Please go down and to the right to the elevators. Take the third one on the left. The forty-fourth floor."
Then she turned her attention back to her computer, making it clear to Anna that the conversation was over.
That was…weird, she thought as she walked through the lobby.
Soon, she arrived at the elevator. A press of the call button later, she stepped in and pressed another button for the designated floor. The elevator rushed up silently and opened moments later, revealing an ultra-modern office space. Anna stepped into the lobby, her mouth slightly open.
This is a nanny service? she asked herself, her eyes scanning stylish, contemporary furniture, the young, attractive professionals who darted here and there purposefully, and the clean white and gray color palette of the décor.
Anna approached the front desk, where yet another attractive, seriously-faced young woman sat at a long, gray desk, the words "Ladon Nanny Services" written above her in sharp, silver letters.
Anna stated her business, and the woman gave Anna the same skeptical treatment as the girl downstairs, requesting her documents and thumbprint.
"Take a seat and wait there," said the woman, gesturing to one of the free seats in the lobby.
Still feeling on edge, Anna hurried over to the seat and quickly sat down, as though she might be scolded if she didn't follow the directions to the letter. As she waited, she noticed the high-tech security cameras in the upper corners of the lobby, their jet-black eyes scanning everyone and everything.
Not very homey for a nanny service, she thought. This place feels more like some kind of tech company.
Before she could spend too much time considering her situation, a voice called out her name.
"Anna Clinton?"
Anna looked up and saw that the voice belonged to a trim, middle-aged woman with severe features and dressed in an women's power suit.
Standing up, Anna nodded.
"Come this way," the woman said.
Then, without waiting for Anna, she turned and headed down the hallway. Anna hurried to keep up and was quickly at the woman's side. The pair walked silently, and soon, the two of them entered a stark office of white walls and simple furniture, a pair of windows looking out onto the city, the only strange detail of note to Anna being the dark glass of one wall.
"Have a seat," the woman said.
Anna did just that, taking a seat at the large table dominating the room.
"Anna Clinton," said the woman as she sat across from Anna and began to go over her file.
"That's me," said Anna in a sheepish voice.
"First of all, welcome to Ladon Nanny Services," said the woman, her voice clear and authoritative. "I hope none of the front desk employees gave you too much trouble."
"No," said Anna. "It was all, um, very business-like."
"That's how we do things here at Ladon. If you haven't noticed, by now, we're not your average nanny service."
"I had noticed," said Anna. "Everything's so…fancy and modern."
"That's right," she said. "Let me start by telling you a little about Ladon. We've been in the business for decades, catering to a very, very exclusive clientele. We specialize in the sorts of people who want and can afford, the sorts of nannies who fit their very exacting specifications. And, most importantly, the sort of clients we cater to have…unique circumstances."
"What does that mean?" asked Anna, her stomach tingling.
"It means our clients have the sorts of jobs and lifestyles which require anyone working closely with them to provide total discretion along with top-tier nanny services."
Anna's mind raced with what this might mean.
"What sort of, um, ‘jobs and lifestyles'?" Anna asked carefully, as though possibly discussing a forbidden topic.
The woman flashed her a sharp look.
"Those are matters that will be discussed should we decide to bring you on board. And only then."
Anna zipped up, regretting speaking.
"Well," said the woman, looking over Anna's file. "Your credentials are what we're looking for. We prefer our applicants to be college-educated, preferably from good schools and with excellent records of achievement."
"Th-thank you," said Anna.
The woman didn't acknowledge Anna's words.
"And your background check came up clean. You've even got a decent credit score."
Anna's mind raced with just why all of this was necessary. But she knew better than to ask.
"But I see here that you were employed until…yesterday?" the woman asked, looking over her glasses. "What happened with you and, ah, Flintlock Investments?"
"I had some…disagreements with the boss."
The woman gave Anna a careful look.
"You're going to need to be a little more specific than that."
Anna's stomach tightened even more at the idea of sharing what had happened between her and Kenneth.
"Well, out with it, girl," said the woman.
"My boss…um, said that I had to –if I wanted to keep my job–do…um, certain things for him."
The words hung in the air for a brief moment, the woman looking Anna over carefully, as if noticing something Anna wasn't aware of.
"I see," said the woman. "Well, rest assured no business like that happens with our clients. Our…clientele is screened for such personality types."
Anna said nothing, unsure of how to respond.
"How are you with children?" asked the woman.
"Good," said Anna. "I mean, great. I have a few nieces and nephews and I just love them."
