Brielle is a beautiful girl with dark brown hair that hangs just below her shoulders and a figure to die


    for.  She  has  the  straightest,  whitest  teeth  known  to  man  after  having  thousands  of  dors’  worth  of


    Orthodontic work which her father always reminds us about. Any employer will be so lucky to get her.


    She’s way too good for that imbecile on the other side of the world.


    I smile nervously for her. “You look exactly what a twenty-five-year-old school teacher nanny from


    Australia should look like.”


    She bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.


    “So, what’s the boss’s name?” I frown.


    She rustles through her bag and pulls out her phone to read the email from the nanny agency.


    “Mrs. Julian Masters.”


    I nod. “And what’s her story again? I know you told me before but I’ve forgotten.”


    Brielle’s  eyes  light  up  with  excitement.  “She  is  a  Supreme  Court  Judge,  was  widowed  five  years


    ago.”


    I frown. “What happened to the husband?”


    She shakes her head. “I don’t know that yet. Apparently she’s quite wealthy.” She shrugs. “Two kids,


    well behaved.”


    “Sounds good.”


    “I hope so.” She frowns. “I just hope they like me.”


    “They will.”


    The line shuffles up in front and I feel my nerves rise again. “So, we are definitely going out at the


    weekend yes?”


    She nods. “Yes.” Her eyes flick to me. “What are you going to do until then?”


    I shrug. “Look around, I guess. I start work on Monday and it’s Thursday today. Are you sure you can


    go out on the weekends?” “Yes!” she snaps exasperated. “I told you a thousand times, we are going out on


    Saturday night.”


    I nod nervously. “Yeah, right. Okay.”


    “Did you get that thingy for your phone sorted?” she asks.


    I frown. “Not yet, I will find a phone shop tomorrow so you can call me.”


    “And Mark is picking you up?” she asks.


    “Yes,”  I  mutter  as  I  look  around  nervously.  My  heart  rate  has  picked  up  dramatically  at  the  mere


    thought.


    She smirks cheekily and I shake my head in a dismissive gesture. The truth of the matter is that I have


    no idea what the attraction to Mark is. I may not even like him in the flesh, although I think it would be


    highly unlikely if I didn’t. We seem to get along very well, and it was at his insistence that I applied for


    this job.


    “I need to go to the bathroom. How long is the drive from the airport to where we are staying?”


    Brielle shrugs. “No idea.”


    My eyes scan the customs area for a bathroom. “It must be on the other side of the gates.”


    We are called to the front of the line to the customs desk, then half an hourter we exit, walking into


    the arrivals of London International airport. It’s a noisy, crowded, bustling space, and a row of men stand


    to the left along the wall holding small signs with names of the people that they are picking up. We both


    look around nervously.


    “Do you see our name?” I ask.


    “No.”


    “Shit, no one is here to pick us up!” I snap. “Typical.”


    “Rx, they will be here,” Brelly murmurs.


    We keep walking toward the baggage terminal but I still don’t see anyone with either of our names on


    their signs.


    “What do we do if nobody turns up?” I frown.


    She runs her hands through her hair as her eyes scan the space. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m


    going to lose my shit.”


    I  look  over  her  shoulder  and  see  a  tall,  broad  man  in  a  suit  holding  a  sign  with  the  name  Brielle


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    “Oh,  look,  there  is  your  name.  She  must  have  sent  you  a  driver.”  I  point  to  the  man  and  she  turns


    around and waves meekly at the distinguished looking driver.