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00:00The first step to landing. A nanny job with a billionaire family? Strip naked. 4. Inspection.
00:07Body odor? Out. Tattoos? Out. Bad breath? Out. Round 1 was all physical. I made it through.
00:16But that was just round 1. 500 women walked in. Only 100 were left standing. And that.
00:24$80,000 monthly paycheck? I needed it too badly to lose. Then they marched us. Out onto this
00:31giant lawn. That was when it hit everybody. We still hadn't even made it. Through the Vaughn's
00:36front door. The second people realized that. The whole crowd got tenser. Every woman there looked.
00:43Like she was auditioning for a different job entirely. Like they wanted Mr. Vaughn to notice
00:48them. Before they ever met the baby. Only me? I quietly slipped to the very back. I stood
00:55there plain as hell. Trying to disappear. Right then. Ms. Walker's face went cold. She announced
01:01the second round had started. Everybody stay where you are. You could feel the disappointment
01:07ripple through the crowd. Wasn't Mr. Evan Vaughn supposed to be here? I wasn't confused at all.
01:12A man like that would never show up in person. Without thinking, I looked up at the house.
01:17The main building was 7 stories tall. And sure enough. On the top floor terrace. There was a
01:24man in black. Tall. Straight backed. Even from that far away. The aura radiating from him was
01:30freezing. It punched right through the distance. I dropped my eyes instantly. I didn't dare look
01:36again. Then Ms. Walker started calling people out. Center of the first row advance. Left side. Third row
01:45second position. Advance. One after another. She picked them. Before I knew it, nine spots were gone.
01:53There was only one slot left. The air on that lawn felt solid. My palms were soaked. My sister's medical
02:00bills were on my back. I could not lose. While Ms. Walker's eyes swept over the crowd. I suddenly
02:06stepped forward. My voice came out clear and steady. Mrs. Walker. I'd like to put myself forward.
02:12While Ms. Walker's eyes swept over the crowd. I suddenly stepped forward. My voice came out clear
02:18and steady. Mrs. Walker. I'd like to put myself forward. Every head snapped toward me. All those women
02:25looked like a field of flowers. Bright colors. Perfect hair. Full makeup. And there I was. In a
02:32standard nanny uniform. Plain as paper. My outfit looked almost pathetic next to theirs. Ms. Walker
02:39looked me over. Her voice turned sharp. Why are you dressed like that? I kept my chin up. Because I
02:45wasn't here to play dress up. I'm applying to be a newborn nanny. Not a secretary. It's soft cotton.
02:52Breathable. Washable. And safe. For a newborn's skin. I tied my hair up so no loose strands would
02:58brush against the baby. To me. A child's comfort matters more than looking polished for adults.
03:04The second I finished. Dozens of hateful eyes drilled into me. They all heard what I was really
03:10saying. That they looked pretty. But none of them looked qualified. I didn't care. I wasn't there for
03:17pride. I was there for the paycheck. When I glanced up at the terrace. I caught a
03:22glimpse of a man in black watching us. Even from that distance. He looked cold enough to freeze the
03:27air. This woman was far more convincing. Than the others caked in makeup. A shame, really. She
03:34couldn't mask the hunger in her eyes. And somehow. I actually made it into the final round. The 10 of
03:40us were led inside. Inside. The place looked exactly. The way obscene wealth always does. Gold accents.
03:47Crystal chandeliers. And more money than taste. Ms. Walker kept it short.
03:53The final test will happen in front of Mrs. Vaughn and Mr. Vaughn. You will each have 3 minutes to
03:59show
03:59your professional infant care skills. Only one person will be selected.
04:04The second she finished. 10 maids walked in. Each one was carrying a baby. Everybody sucked in a breath.
04:10That was when I realized. The real hell was only starting. Then the elevator doors slid open without
04:16a sound. The woman in front wore a fitted silk dress. Elegant posture. Ice cold face. And the
04:23man walking beside her. Was the same one from the terrace. Evan Vaughn. He had actually come down.
04:29I lowered my head right away in the crowd. But the next second. Mrs. Vaughn clicked forward in her heels.
04:37And stopped in front of the first woman. You wore heels.
04:44Are you trying to make my grandson fall? Before anyone could react. She turned to the second
04:49woman. Another slap. Who is this makeup for? You trying to poison my grandson? Then she pivoted to
04:57the third. That skirt is cut that high. Who exactly are you trying to seduce? Three slaps. Fast.
05:06Brutal. All three women dropped to the floor. Blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.
05:11The whole hall went dead. Not one sound. The remaining candidates went sheet white.
05:17For a paycheck like that. Apparently even public humiliation. Was part of the interview.
05:23Then those heels clicked again. Closer. Closer. And stopped right in front of me.
05:29I could feel that cold stare on me. It moved over my body inch by inch. Like a snake crawling
05:35from my
05:35head to my feet. One second passed. Then another. I could barely breathe. But somehow, Mrs. Vaughn didn't
05:43say a word. She just walked past me. I had barely let out half a breath. When a man's voice
05:49cut
05:49through the room. Cold. Hard. White. Sharp. Evan stood under the crystal chandelier. His lips barely
05:56moved. Mother. You missed one. He stepped forward. Long legs. Slow steps. Straight toward me. The toe
06:07of his black shoe stopped. Less than an inch from my foot. He lowered his eyes. His gaze landed on
06:13my waist.
06:14His voice held no warmth. That uniform doesn't fit the way you think it does. Then he pulled a pen
06:20from his suit pocket. A steel pen. Cold as ice. Through the thin fabric. He traced it slowly across
06:27my chest. Right where the shirt pulled tight. My whole body locked up. Then his eyes slid lower.
06:33To my bare ankle. Your pants are short too. You keep talking about what's best for infants.
06:40But you're not nearly as innocent as you sound. His presence swallowed me whole. The air around
06:46him smelled like winter. Like frost. Like snow. The truth was simple. I'd bought this outfit when
06:53I was 16. For the last three years. Every single dollar I had went to my sister's treatment.
06:59How could I afford new clothes? But I couldn't say that. I couldn't tell the truth. So I forced
07:05myself to meet his eyes. The kind of eyes that seemed to see everything. Mr. Vaughan. I held on
07:11and answered anyway. What matters more? A perfect fit? Or safe fabric for a baby? Enough. He cut me off
07:18instantly. No emotion. No hesitation. Take her away. Two words. That was it. The bodyguards moved the
07:27second. One of them clamped off of her head. Another twisted my arms behind me. They started
07:34dragging me out. I was done. Once a woman gets labeled manipulative in this business. Forget
07:4080 grand a month. She doesn't work again. Right when they were about to drag me out. A horrible sound
07:47ripped through the hole. A baby was coughing. Not normal coughing. This was violent. Like his tiny
07:53lungs were tearing apart. It was the baby in the old butler's arms. His little face was turning blue.
08:00His arms and legs started jerking. He looked like he was about to die. Mrs. Vaughan lost it.
08:06She screamed so hard her voice cracked. My boy! Somebody save Noah! I'll give $10,000!
08:15No. $10,000 wasn't right. This was my only shot. I drove my elbow back and slammed the guard off
08:22me.
08:22Then I ran back inside. Ma'am! The baby is choking! Shut up! A nanny named Denise cut me off
08:29hard.
08:30She glared at me like I was trash. What would a little girl like you know? Then she sneered.
08:35I knew it. Just some little slut trying to get Mr. Vaughan's attention. They shoved me all the way to
08:43the back. Then they rushed a crowd around the baby. Mrs. Vaughan, it's all right. It's just a dry cough.
08:49Give him some warm water. He'll be fine. He'll be fine. Let me do it. I'm best at infant massage.
08:56While a maid ran to get water, I yelled again. Stop! Don't give him water! Something is stuck in his
09:03throat!
09:04I'm the one people call when babies are in trouble. And you? You're some nobody from the
09:10middle of nowhere. You think you get to question me? The other nannies jumped right in. Denise says
09:15it's a dry seasonal cough. Then that's what it is. She's never wrong! Even the old butler looked at me
09:22coldly. Everything the young master uses is fully sterilized. There is no way anything got in his
09:27throat. The room dissolved into panic and bad advice. Then Evan's face darkened. The whole
09:34fall went heavy and cold. The pressure dropped instantly. Get her out of here. The guards closed
09:40in again. And right in front of me, Denise grabbed the bottle and started tipping water toward the baby's
09:47mouth. His face was already blue-purple. If that water went in, whatever was stuck there would wedge
09:54even deeper. Then he really wouldn't make it. I couldn't just stand there and watch a baby die.
10:02I whispered. I'm sorry. Then I slammed forward. I shoved through the crowd with everything I had.
10:08Before anyone could stop me. I snatched that half-dead baby. Right out of the butler's arms.
10:14The whole room exploded. If you don't give him water, he'll die of thirst! Mrs. Vaughn's eyes went blood
10:23red. She looked so terrified. She could have dropped to her knees. Miss, I'll give you anything
10:29you want. Please, please don't hurt my grandson! But I held the baby tight. Ma'am, I'm trying
10:37to save him. I flipped him face down fast. One hand locked his jaw and neck steady. Then I raised
10:43my other hand and struck his back. Hard, fast, precise. Every hit landed like it hit everybody's
10:53chest. Denise was screaming now. Then Evan's voice cut in like ice. The guards pulled out
11:05stun batons. Blue arcs snapped through the air. They started closing in from every side.
11:10I heard none of it. I kept hitting his back. I was small enough that the baby felt heavy
11:16in my arms. Sweat was pouring down my forehead. But I could not stop. Then finally. Cough.
11:23The baby suddenly gagged. And spit out a huge clump of nasty mucus. I let out one shaking
11:29breath. Thank God. But the very next second. His weak little breathing seemed to stop completely.
11:35His tiny body went limp in my arms. Totally limp. No movement. Nothing. The whole hall fell
11:43dead silent. Then Mrs. Vaughn let out a scream. So why it didn't even sound human? Before I could
11:49react, someone ripped the baby out of my arms. Smack! A hard slap blew across my face. It hit
11:56so hard. I crashed to the floor. My ears rang instantly. Everything buzzed. Then a shadow dropped
12:03over me. Evan Vaughn. He stood there holding the baby. His eyes were so cold they burned.
12:09Even an infant isn't off limits for you. I had underestimated just how low. He thought
12:14I could go. His voice came down. Like a death sentence. Send her to the police.
12:20They hauled me up again. Like I was some criminal. Then the family doctor came running in. And
12:26suddenly shouted. Wait! He dropped to a crouch. Then he used tweezers. To pick through the pile
12:33of vomit. His voice turned shaky.
12:38Mr. Vaughn, look.
12:40In that milky mess. There really was a tiny wet clump of white fuzz. At that exact second.
12:46A full cry. He was back. The bluish tint on his little face faded fast. Color rushed right
12:52back in. The whole hall froze. I was right. Mrs. Vaughn reacted first. The grief vanished
12:59right off her face. She switched gears instantly. Then her eyes slashed toward Denise and the
13:08others. Take all of them away. Defaffirmation. Gross negligence. Send them to the police!
13:17Denise and her group went ghost white. They started crying. Begging. Falling apart. She
13:24walked straight to me. Her face was full of polished regret. Miss Lane, you've been wronged.
13:29You saved my grandson. Here's your reward. $100,000. I'm sending you the money right now.
13:36I pulled out my old busted phone. The screen was cracked all the way across. Then my phone
13:42chimed. Payment received. I looked down again. To make sure I hadn't misread it.
13:47It wasn't $100,000. It was $2,000. Mrs. Vaughn's tone turned warm and smooth.
13:54The extra $100,000 is for medical costs and compensation. Evan went too far. Don't take
13:59it to heart. I stared at the balance on my screen. I'd never seen that much money in my life.
14:05My fingers shook. My face still burned from the slap. But that pain was nothing next to
14:10the humiliation in my chest. If it weren't for my sister, I would have thrown that money back
14:16at them and slapped him right across the face. But I couldn't. Mrs. Vaughn looked like she was
14:22protecting me. But she never once made Evan apologize. So I shoved every feeling down and
14:28forced out a smile. Thank you, ma'am. Of course. Evan Vaughn's voice cut in cold as ice. He stared
14:35at my swollen face. So you were here for the money. Then his lips moved again. Barely.
14:41And a lucky guess is worth all this? Lucky guess? That was his verdict on me. I snapped my head
14:48up
14:48and looked him right in the eyes. If saving him was a lucky guess, then what about you?
14:54I took a step forward. Then another, pushing right up into his space. The previous nanny just left.
15:00And your nephew almost died right after. Doesn't that worry you? Some jobs need an actual
15:05professional. Right now I'm the only option you've got. So tell me, Mr. Vaughn, what are you willing
15:11to pay? I saw an opening and went straight for it. The whole room looked stunned. Someone had
15:17actually dared to talk to Evan Vaughn like that. But in Mrs. Vaughn's eyes, something lit up. Sharp.
15:25Excited. Good. Very good. Clara Lane. I'm formally hiring you as my grandson's exclusive
15:33infant specialist. 200,000 a month. The room went dead again. Even I didn't see that number coming.
15:41After Mrs. Vaughn left with the baby. The huge hall was finally empty. Just me. Then a shadow fell over
15:48me again. Evan hadn't left. He walked straight back toward me. That tall frame. That
15:54crushing pressure. He stopped in front of me. Clara Lane. Her approval doesn't mean you've
16:00made it. Three day trial period. His gaze swept over me. If the baby doesn't adjust to you within
16:07three days, you're out. Then he turned and walked away. As he passed the trash can, he casually tossed
16:14in the steel pen. That had touched me earlier. Like he was throwing out something dirty. Something
16:20disposable. I knew it then. The real test was only starting now. Pretty soon. A lawyer in gold-rimmed
16:27glasses. Walked up to me. He handed me a contract. And a rule book. Thick as a brick. His tone
16:34was
16:35matter of fact. Recite the house rules without a mistake. Then you can sign. I looked down at the
16:41cover. Stamped in gold letters. Bond household staff rules. There had to be at least 500 rules.
16:48If I messed up, I'd get eliminated at the very first hurdle. I flipped through it fast. Page
16:54after page. Rule after rule. Just as the lawyer was about to leave. I stopped him.
17:00Excuse me. One second. He turned back. I met his eyes. I've memorized them. He looked stunned.
17:09Flat out suspicious.
17:12One. On call 24 hours a day. No exceptions.
17:17Two. Phones must be surrendered at all times. No devices inside the main house.
17:23Three. Walk quietly. Step aside for the family. Stand with hands lowered when awaiting instructions.
17:30I kept going. One rule after another. Word for word. Not a single mistake. The lawyer was
17:37completely shaken. In 10 years. He'd never seen anyone with memory like that. I lowered my eyes.
17:44To him. It looked impressive. To me. It was nothing special. Just one more survival skill.
17:51I grew up with no safety net.
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