Page 16 of One Big Secret


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At exactly 10:00 AM, the doorbell chimed. We exchanged jittery looks before Mitch swung the door open. Ella stood before us, her stern expression framed by dark hair pulled back into a severe bun. Her piercing gaze seemed to size us up as she stepped inside, the impeccable navy-blue suit adding to her commanding presence. Admittedly, I felt slightly intimidated as she extended a firm handshake, her grip unyielding.

Throughout the interview, I found strength in Mitch's reassuring presence beside me. We delved into Ella's background with kids, her thoughts on discipline and education, and even her preferred ice cream flavor. With each answer, my concerns dissipated until I was convinced she was the one. It seemed Mitch had discovered the ideal nanny, even though she was our sole candidate.

"So, Ella," Mitch began, his voice feigning confidence, "how do you tackle discipline in challenging situations?"

Ella's reply was unwavering yet gentle, "I believe in establishing clear boundaries and expectations from the get-go. Consistency is paramount. Kids need to understand the consequences of their actions, but they should also be rewarded for good behavior."

Her answer impressed me, and I nodded in agreement. "What about your educational philosophy? How do you think kids learn best?"

A small smile graced Ella's lips as she leaned back in her chair. "Each child is unique, and their learning style may differ. That's why I tailor my teaching methods to the individual child, ensuring they receive the support they need to flourish."

I stole a glance at Mitch, who appeared to be softening toward Ella. "Just for kicks," I piped up, "what's your go-to ice cream flavor?"

Ella's stern expression melted into a genuine grin. "Mint chocolate chip. Takes me back to my own younger days."

We shared a laugh, and Mitch and I exchanged a conspiratorial glance. Had we found the one? As the interview seemed to be wrapping up, Ella posed a question to Mitch. "Would you be so kind as to show me around your abode? I'd like to familiarize myself with the space I might be working in and gain some insight into your dynamic. It's crucial for all parties involved."

Mitch cleared his throat. "Yes, yes, absolutely. Well, um, Amy here is my assistant, lending a hand with today's interview. I co-own Rosedale Technologies."

I trailed Mitch as he filled Ella in on his circumstances, expressing his willingness to learn from the nanny should she be inclined to teach him. But when we stepped into his bedroom, I spotted a glaring issue. The bed was unmade, and it was apparent two people had slept in it — the pillows were cozy, and only one side of the covers had been thrown back. Moreover, two pairs of shoes sat nearby — one noticeably larger than the other.

"I thought you two implied you weren't an intimate couple,” Ella remarked, raising an eyebrow and shooting me a glance.

Mitch and I shared a look. She had us there. "Uh, no," Mitch drawled, "it isn't what it seems. Amy and I are merely friends." He cocked his head, motioning to the disheveled bed. "I suppose we're a bit more than just friends."

I grinned, and Ella nodded pensively. After a stretch of quiet, she spoke again. "Isn't the term 'friends with benefits'? That's more accurate, no?"

"Yes. That's exactly it!" Mitch concurred.

Ella faced me, taking in my flushed cheeks. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but honesty is crucial. My resume and references back up my claims about myself. However, I must trust your word. It's vital to tread carefully, especially with a baby involved, as situations can spiral quickly."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I mumbled, feeling like I had just put my foot in my mouth. What did I just hear Mitch say? But before I could wrap my head around it, Ella turned her attention to Mitch.

"I've seen the headlines about Rosedale. How long do you intend to keep your company afloat? Mr. Detwiler, besides revamping your lovely home to suit a child, are you financially prepared to employ a nanny?"

Mitch stood tall, meeting her gaze head-on. "I respect your candidness, Ella. You're right; honesty is vital. While Rosedale Technologies is my main focus, I have other ventures that guarantee my financial security. I can promise you a competitive salary and the means to modify this house to make it suitable for a child."

Ella's lips puckered thoughtfully, weighing his words before delving deeper. "And what of your dedication to this little one? With your business teetering, can you truly devote the time and energy required to be a committed father?"

Mitch's jaw clenched, but his cool demeanor remained. "Ella, I appreciate your concerns. But let me be clear, my first and foremost responsibility is my daughter's well-being. I'll do everything in my power to create a nurturing and supportive home for her."

Ella nodded, apparently appeased by his answer. Now on the offensive, Mitch inquired, "So tell me, Ella, why did you leave your previous nanny position?"

Pausing momentarily, she replied, "The family I worked for relocated to Europe, but I couldn't bring myself to follow. This region holds a special place in my heart, and I wanted to remain."

As I absorbed Mitch and Ella's exchange, an undercurrent of discomfort became evident. Both seemed intent on proving their worth to the other. Although Ella's questions were direct and borderline intrusive, Mitch retained his poise and sincerity in his responses.

Aiming to alleviate the tension, Mitch questioned, "What do you think of my home?"

Ella's stern visage eased slightly as she answered, "It holds promise. But as I mentioned earlier, adjustments must be made for it to be child ready."

"I'm willing to make those changes," Mitch reassured her.

Their conversation continued, growing more at ease. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ella may not be the ideal fit for Mitch and his way of life, or even for me – though my own position remained uncertain. Despite my reservations, our lack of alternatives and time constraints led me to reluctantly acquiesce to their arrangement.

"So, where does this leave us?" I interjected, seeking closure.

Mitch extended his hand, stating, "I believe it leaves us here. Welcome to the team. I'm grateful to have you as Ava's nanny."

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