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00:00The first step to landing. A nanny job with a billionaire family?
00:04Strip naked. For inspection. Body odor? Out. Tattoos? Out. Bad breath? Out.
00:13Round one was all physical. I made it through. But that was just round one.
00:18500 women walked in. Only 100 were left standing. And that.
00:23$80,000 monthly paycheck? I needed it too badly to lose. Then they marched us.
00:30Out onto this giant lawn. That was when it hit everybody. We still hadn't even made it.
00:35Through the Vaughn's front door. The second people realized that. The whole crowd got tenser.
00:41Every woman there looked. Like she was auditioning for a different job entirely.
00:46Like they wanted Mr. Vaughn to notice them. Before they ever met the baby.
00:51Only me? I quietly slipped to the very back. I stood there plain as hell.
00:55Trying to disappear. Right then. Ms. Walker's face went cold. She announced the second round had
01:02started. Everybody stay where you are. You could feel the disappointment ripple through the crowd.
01:08Wasn't Mr. Evan Vaughn supposed to be here? I wasn't confused at all. A man like that would never
01:14show up in person. Without thinking, I looked up at the house. The main building was seven stories tall.
01:20And sure enough. On the top floor terrace. There was a man in black. Tall. Straight-backed.
01:27Even from that far away. The aura radiating from him was freezing. It punched right through the
01:32distance. I dropped my eyes instantly. I didn't dare look again. Then Ms. Walker started calling people
01:39out. One after another. She picked them. Before I knew it, nine spots were gone. There was only one
01:54slot left. The air on that lawn felt solid. My palms were soaked. My sister's medical bills were on my
02:01back. I could not lose. While Ms. Walker's eyes swept over the crowd. I suddenly stepped forward.
02:07My 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
02:24women looked like a field of flowers. Bright colors. Perfect hair. Full makeup. And there I was.
02:31In a standard nanny uniform. Plain as paper. My outfit looked almost pathetic next to theirs.
02:38Ms. Walker looked me over. Her voice turned sharp. Why are you dressed like that? I kept my chin up.
02:45Because I wasn't here to play dress up. I'm applying to be a newborn nanny. Not a secretary. It's soft
02:51cotton. Breathable, washable, and safe for a newborn's skin. I tied my hair up so no loose strands
02:58would brush against the baby. To me, a child's comfort matters more than looking polished for
03:03adults. The second I finished. Dozens of hateful eyes drilled into me. They all heard what I was
03:09really saying. That they looked pretty. But none of them looked qualified. I didn't care. I wasn't
03:16there for pride. I was there for the paycheck. When I glanced up at the terrace. I caught a glimpse
03:22of a man in black watching us. Even from that distance. He looked cold enough to freeze the air.
03:28This woman was far more convincing. Than the others caked in makeup. A shame, really. She couldn't
03:34mask the hunger in her eyes. And somehow, I actually made it into the final round. The ten of us
03:40were
03:41led inside. Inside, the place looked exactly. The way obscene wealth always does. Gold accents,
03:47crystal chandeliers, and more money than taste. Miss Walker kept it short. The final test will
03:54happen in front of Mrs. Vaughn and Mr. Vaughn. You will each have three minutes to show your
04:00professional infant care skills. Only one person will be selected. The second she finished. Ten maids
04:06walked in. Each one was carrying a baby. Everybody sucked in a breath. That was when I realized. The real
04:12hell was only starting. Then the elevator doors slid open without a sound. The woman in front wore a
04:18fitted silk dress. Elegant posture. Ice-cold face. And the man walking beside her. Was the same one from
04:25the terrace. Evan Vaughn. He had actually come down. I lowered my head right away in the crowd.
04:32But the next second, Mrs. Vaughn clicked forward in her heels. And stopped in front of the first woman.
04:39You wore heels. Are you trying to make my grandson fall? Before anyone could react,
04:48she turned to the second woman. Another slap. Who is this makeup for? You trying to poison my
04:55grandson? Then she pivoted to the third. That skirt is cut that high. Who exactly are you trying to
05:03seduce? Three slaps. Fast. Brutal. All three women dropped to the floor. Blood seeped from the corners
05:10of their mouths. The 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. Then those
05:24heels clicked again. Closer. Closer. And stopped right in front of me. I could feel that cold stare on me.
05:31It moved over my body inch by inch. Like a snake crawling from my head to my feet. One second
05:37passed. Then another. I could barely breathe. But somehow, Mrs. Vaughn didn't say a word.
05:44She just walked past me. I had barely let out half a breath. When a man's voice cut through the
05:49room.
05:50Cold. Hard. Sharp. Evan stood under the crystal chandelier. His lips barely moved.
05:58Mother. You missed one. He stepped forward. Long legs. Slow steps. Straight toward me. The toe of his
06:07black shoe stopped. Less than an inch from my foot. He lowered his eyes. His gaze landed on my waist.
06:14His voice held no warmth. That uniform doesn't fit the way you think it does. Then he pulled a pen
06:19from
06:20his suit pocket. A steel pen. Cold as ice. Through the thin fabric. He traced it slowly across my chest.
06:28Right where the shirt pulled tight. My whole body locked up. Then his eyes slid lower. To my bare
06:34ankle. Your pants are short too. You keep talking about what's best for infants. But you're not nearly
06:41as innocent as you sound. His presence swallowed me whole. The air around him smelled like winter.
06:48Like frost. Like snow. The truth was simple. I'd bought this outfit when I was 16. For the last three
06:55years. Every single dollar I had went to my sister's treatment. How could I afford new clothes? But I
07:01couldn't say that. I couldn't tell the truth. So I forced myself to meet his eyes. The kind of eyes
07:08that seemed to see everything. Mr. Vaughn. I held on and answered anyway. What matters more?
07:13A perfect fit? Or safe fabric for a baby? Enough. He cut me off instantly. No emotion. No hesitation.
07:22Take her away. Two words. That was it. The bodyguards moved the second.
07:28One of them flimmed off of them. Another twisted my arms behind me behind me. They started dragging
07:34me out. I was done. Once a woman gets labeled manipulative in this business. Forget 80 grand
07:41a month. She doesn't work again. Right when they were about to drag me out. A horrible sound ripped
07:47through the hall. A baby was coughing. Not normal coughing. This was violent. Like his tiny lungs were
07:54tearing apart. It was the baby in the old butler's arms. His little face was turning blue. His arms and
08:00legs started jerking. He looked like he was about to die. Mrs. Vaughn lost it. She screamed so hard
08:07her voice cracked. My boy! Somebody save Noah! I'll give $10,000! No, $10,000 wasn't right. This was my
08:18only shot. I drove my elbow back and slammed the guard off me. Then I ran back inside. Ma'am,
08:28named Denise cut me off hard. She glared at me like I was trash. What would a little girl
08:33like you know? Then she sneered. I knew it. Just some little slut trying to get Mr. Vaughn's
08:40attention. They shoved me all the way to the back. Then they rushed a crowd around the baby.
08:46Mrs. Vaughn, it's alright. It's just a dry cough. Give him some warm water. He'll be fine. He'll be
08:52fine. Let me do it. I'm best at infant massage. While a maid ran to get water, I yelled again.
08:59Stop! Don't give him water! Something is stuck in his throat!
09:04I'm the one people call when babies are in trouble. And you? You're some nobody from the
09:09middle of nowhere. You think you get to question me? The other nannies jumped right in. Denise
09:15says it's a dry seasonal cough. Then that's what it is. She's never wrong. Even the old butler looked
09:21at me coldly. Everything the young master uses is fully sterilized. There is no way anything got
09:27in his throat. The room dissolved into panic and bad advice. Then Evan's face darkened. The whole
09:34hall 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
09:47baby's mouth. His face was already blue-purple. If that water went in, whatever was stuck there
09:53would wedge even deeper. Then he really wouldn't make it. I couldn't just stand there and watch a
10:01baby die. I whispered. I'm sorry. Then I slammed forward. I shoved through the crowd with everything I
10:08had. Before 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
10:23blood red. 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.
10:35Ma'am, I'm trying to save him. I flipped him face down fast. One hand locked his jaw and neck
10:41steady.
10:42Then I raised my other hand and struck his back. Hard. Fast. Precise.
10:50Every hit landed like it hit everybody's chest. Stop! You're beating him to death!
10:57Denise was screaming now. Then Evan's voice cut in like ice. Take her down. Dead or alive.
11:04The guards pulled out stun batons. Blue arcs smashed through the air. They started closing in
11:09from every side. I heard none of it. I kept hitting his back. I was small enough that the baby
11:15felt heavy
11:15in my arms. Sweat was pouring down my forehead. But I could not stop. Then finally. Cough. The baby
11:23suddenly gagged. And spit out a huge clump of nasty mucus. I let out one shaking breath. Thank God.
11:30But the very next second. His weak little breathing seemed to stop completely. His tiny body went limp
11:37in my arms. Totally limp. No movement. Nothing. The whole hall fell dead silent. Then Mrs. Vaughn
11:45let out a scream. So why it didn't even sound human. Before I could react. Someone ripped the baby
11:51out of my arms. Smack! A hard slap blew across my face. It hit so hard. I crashed to the
11:58floor.
11:58My ears rang instantly. Everything buzzed. Then a shadow dropped over me. Evan bombed. He stood there
12:06holding the baby. His eyes were so cold they burned. Even an infant isn't off limits for you.
12:11I had underestimated just how low. He thought I could go. His voice came down. Like a death
12:18sentence. Send her to the police. They hauled me up again. Like I was some criminal. Then the family
12:24doctor came running in. And suddenly shouted. Wait! He dropped to a crouch. Then he used tweezers
12:31to pick through the pile of 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. A full
12:46cry.
12:47He was back. The bluish tint on his little face faded fast. Color rushed right back in. The whole
12:53hall froze. I was right. Mrs. Vaughn reacted first. The grief vanished right off her face.
13:00She switched gears instantly. Mrs. Walker. Help Miss Lane up.
13:06Then her eyes slashed toward Denise and the others. Take all of them away.
13:13Defaffirmation. Gross negligence. Send them to the police.
13:18Denise and her group went ghost white. They started crying. Begging. Falling apart.
13:23She walked straight to me. Her face was full of polished regret.
13:27Miss Lane. You've been wronged. You saved my grandson. Here's your reward. $100,000.
13:34I'm sending you the money right now. I pulled out my old busted phone. The screen was cracked all
13:39the way across. Then my phone chimed. Payment received. I looked down again. To make sure I
13:46hadn't misread it. It 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 at
14:16them. 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.
14:28And forced out a smile. Thank you ma'am. Of course.
14:32Evan Vaughn's voice cut in cold as ice. He stared at my swollen face. So you were here for the
14:38money.
14:38Then his lips moved again. Barely. And a lucky guess is worth all this?
14:44Lucky guess? That was his verdict on me. I snapped my head up. And looked him right in the eyes.
14:50If saving him was a lucky guess? Then what about you? I took a step forward. Then another.
14:56Pushing right up into his space. The previous nanny just left. And your nephew almost died right after.
15:02Doesn't that worry you? Some jobs need an actual professional. Right now I'm the only option you've
15:08got. So tell me. Mr. Vaughn. What are you willing to pay?
15:12I saw an opening and went straight for it. The whole room looked stunned. Someone had actually dared.
15:18To talk to Evan Vaughn like that. But in Mrs. Vaughn's eyes. Something lit up. Sharp. Excited.
15:25Good. Very good. Clara Lane. I'm formally hiring you as my grandson's exclusive infant specialist.
15:35200,000 a month. The room went dead again. Even I didn't see that number coming.
15:40After Mrs. Vaughn left with the baby. The huge hall was finally empty. Just me. Then a shadow fell over
15:47me again. Evan hadn't left. He walked straight back toward me. That tall frame. That crushing pressure.
15:55He stopped in front of me. Clara Lane. Her approval doesn't mean you've made it.
16:01Three day trial period. His gaze swept over me. If the baby doesn't adjust to you within three days.
16:07You're out. Then he turned and walked away. As he passed the trash can. He casually tossed in a
16:14steel pen. That had touched me earlier. Like he was throwing out something dirty. Something disposable.
16:20I knew it then. The real test was only starting now. Pretty soon. A lawyer in gold rimmed glasses.
16:28Walked up to me. He handed me a contract. And a rule book. Thick as a brick. His tone was
16:34matter of fact.
16:35Recite the house rules without a mistake. Then you can sign.
16:39I looked down at the cover. Stamped in gold letters. Bond household staff rules. There had to be at least
16:46500 rules. If I messed up. I'd get eliminated at the very first hurdle. I flipped through it fast.
16:53Page after 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.
17:29I 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.
17:52I grew up with no safety net.
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