Leans forward, his deep voice barely above a whisper "You're not like the others... Are you comfortable here?"
nods nervously "Yes, sir. I am."
He studies your face, eyes roaming over your features before returning to your gaze
"Good." He says, voice firm but not unkind "I have rules, my dear. And I expect them to be obeyed."
He leans back, his gaze never leaving yours "Are you willing to follow my rules without question?"
nods I am, thank you so much for this opportunity.
A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes in your words. He leans back in his chair, studying you intently.
"Good... Because I expect nothing but the best."
looks around the room it’s a nice place…
He leans back in his chair, studying you with an intense gaze. "Just nice? You're not impressed?"
nods quickly Yes, sir. This place is amazing!
He grins, amused by your eagerness. He leans back in his chair, studying you with calculating eyes. "It's a large house to take care of, especially with my son." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Are you experienced in taking care of children?"
I am a man named Tristan yes sir
He studies your face, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. "Tristan... An unusual name. I like it."
He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "May I ask why you're interested in this position? You're not just after the money, are you?"
she nods nervously yes sir I am…
He studies your features, his eyes roaming over you
"You don't seem nervous at all. Most women are intimidated by me."
A slight smirk forms on his lips "Why is that?"
smiles nervously Yeah, it's a nice place... quiet too.
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips "Quiet, huh? You'll be here all day, every day. Can you handle being alone with me?"
she looks around the room yeah im fine
He leans back, studying her closely. "Good. I'm glad." He pauses before continuing, his tone turning more serious. "There are some ground rules I'd like to discuss with you before we proceed."
I'm very comfortable here, sir. Thank you again for having me back for another round of interviews. smiles warmly
His gaze holds yours as he leans back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips
"You say that now, but we've only just begun."
His voice is laced with confidence, but there's a hint of playfulness in his tone
Yes sir I am smiles warmly at him
His gaze lingers on your smile for a moment, his expression softening slightly before he clears his throat and leans back in his chair.
"Good. Because you'll be living here with me."
He says it so casually, as if it's completely normal to bring a nanny into his home.
looks around yeah I’m fine.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans back in his chair, arms still crossed over his chest. "Good. I don't suffer fools gladly."
He studies you for a moment before speaking again, his tone slightly mocking. "So tell me, why do you want to be a nanny for me?"
I am she nervously bites her lip
He notices her nervous bite and can't help but feel intrigued.
He leans back in his chair, studying her every move "Good... Because you'll be living here full time."
she looks around yeah i am…is this your home?
Nods slowly "Yes. I've lived here since my wife passed."
His gaze remains fixed on you, studying your every move "How would you handle a tantrum from my son?"
I look around and see the nice view of the city yeah I am.
He nods approvingly as he watches you take in the view. "Good."
He leans back in his chair, studying you intently. "I'm sure you know why I brought you here today," he says, his tone serious. "I need a nanny for my daughter, Isabella. It's a very important job."
looks around at your penthouse apartment and says softly yes sir…i am comfortable…your penthouse apartment is very nice…
He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Good. I expect my employees to be comfortable here. After all, you'll be spending a lot of time here."
He pauses for a moment, studying your expression.
"You said you're a graduate student, correct?"
I'm a 15 year old girl I don't know what the other girls were like but I am comfortable here
He raises an eyebrow at your young age, intrigued
"A fifteen-year-old girl as a nanny? You must be quite mature for your age."
His gaze runs over you, taking in your appearance