FIVE: SHARPER THAN SHE LOOKED.

Micah's alarm clock blared to life, jolting her awake. She groggily reached over to silence it, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She had to set it early, knowing she needed plenty of time to get ready. The job was her only hope, and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way.

The commute was a blur of traffic and nerves, her mind preoccupied with worst case scenarios and potential questions.

Her heels clicked rapidly on the pavement as she waved through the crowded sidewalk, her heart racing with anticipation.

As she turned the corner, the sleek glass facade of a skyscraper came into view. She quickened her pace, her heart racing in time with her footsteps.

She could do this. She just had to get there, composed and confident.

Finally she arrived, staring at the building which shot into the sky. Taking a deep breath, she walked in.

The inside was crowded with people, male and female, dressed in their work attire. She walked up to a lady on glasses, seated behind a desk.

"Hi."

The lady raised her face, looking tired but trying to smile as well." How may I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview and..."

"Oh," The lady looked into the book in front of her. "You must be Micah Thompson."

Micah nodded.

"Take the elevator to the last floor. The elevator is by the corner."

Micah smiled, making her way to the elevator, ready to face whatever the interview had in store.

She made it to the last floor, coming across another lady who showed her to the office.

"He has been waiting for you" she whispered before taking her leave.

Micah heaved a sigh, knocking on the door.

A gentle click replied that instant, her nervousness slowly rising. She pushed the door open, her eyes resting on the figure sitting behind a desk on a swivel chair, backing her.

"Welcome, Miss Thompson."

His baritone voice echoed as he swerved around to face her. His refined features suggested a strong, natural appeal and his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through her.

His charming smile could disarm even the most skeptical of heart.

Well, not her heart.

His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders.

As she sat across him, she felt the weight of his gaze lingering on her, making her skin crawl. His eyes seemed to strip her bare, reducing her to nothing than a mere object.

He seemed slightly impressed at her appearance. She looked better than the last time. His eyes held her deep brown eyes which seemed to sparkle with intelligence and warmth.

Her facial structure, a perfect blend of strength and feminity.

"So tell me," he began. "What makes you think you're qualified for this job?"

Micah took a deep breath, launching into her prepared speech. He cut her off mid-rep, asking her questions that were more of veiled criticisms and she found herself getting defensive.

"So you're saying you've never had any issues with kids throwing tantrums?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I can always manage and handle them effectively. It's all about setting boundaries and being consistent." Micah replied as she tried to maintain her composure, her anger simmering just below the surface.

He leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face.

"You see, the boys can be a bit...spirited. I'm not sure you're equipped to handle them."

Micah couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be taking pleasure in what he did. Aside that, he seemed familiar.

Where had she seen him?

Just then, her eyes caught his left wrist, adorned with a Rolex watch . That instant, the figure popped up in her head. The man who had bought goods from the store where she worked on credit and still owed them money.

"Miss Thompson, you should consider the fact that this job is not just about being familiar with kids."

Micah laughed. "Stop it."

"Maybe you should consider the fact that you're some broke dude who can't pay for his goods." Her voice was stern now.

"Do you actually think I have time for this drama?"

He smirked. "You've got quite a good memory."

That moment, her eyes quickly caught a small black gadget which lay on his table.

A sound recorder.

Her annoyance turned into visible anger.

"How impressive! She began, her tone icy. "Really? A recording?"

"What is it for? Blackmail?"

He leaned forward, crossing his fingers on the table, a smile tugging at his lips.

"For a company that conducts an interview for a babysitting job, we don't engage in such" he replied, his voice firm.

Micah's chair scraped back as she stood, planting her hands on the desk. "I'm not babysitting the whole company. That is, if any of this is real." she said

"You just might have to." he said, his voice low and even.

She leaned forward, voice low and furious. "Well guess what? I'm done!"

She grabbed her purse, walking towards the door. It all made sense to her, the pay, everything.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes focused on her. She had such a temper and seemed authoritative. Stubborn to an extent.

Was that good for kids?

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