Mr. Romeo's Unexpected Nanny's Wife

ROSIANNA

"You're fired! Take your things and get out of this building!" he barked, chewing on his smoking pipe.

What? No, no… this isn’t happening.

"Sir, please…" I instantly fell to my knees and began to plead.

This job is my only hope. My mom needs treatment, and this is the only source of livelihood for both of us.

"You already heard me, Rosianna. I do not have to repeat myself, do I? You are always late for work, and could you please check the time for me?"

He turned to look at me with an eye roll.

"I-It’s past ten, sir…" My voice was low.

I’m terribly late.

"And when are you supposed to resume work, doll?"

His brows furrowed at me, his stare intense.

"E-Eight," I stuttered.

"It’s not my fault, sir. My mom’s condition got so bad today and I had to rush to the chemist to buy her medications. She’s so sick and she—"

"Explain sh•t from now till tomorrow, I still don’t give a fvck! This is a public service where people troop in at any time to quench their taste. You don’t keep them hungry because your sick mother needs attention."

"Sir, please… I need this job. I’m really sorry for messing up…"

Tears trickled down my cheeks. I held myself tightly, trying not to break down in his office.

"If you really need this job…"

He smirked.

"You know what to do."

Oh, not again.

"Sorry… you know I can’t. Please, I—"

"If you can’t, get out of my office now!"

He thundered.

My lips parted as I gasped in shock.

What he’s asking of me is too much. I can’t…!

I slowly walked out of his office in tears. I pulled off my uniform and began packing my few things as most of the girls stared at me with sympathy.

It’s barely two months since I started working here, and I’m already getting fired.

Jeez. Can my life get any worse?

"Anna…"

Vickie tapped my shoulder lightly.

"Hey…" I looked up at her.

Vickie is the nicest person in this place, and only she knows my plight.

"I’m sorry you got fired," she said.

Her eyes were full of pity.

I hate when people look at me like that. It doesn’t help the situation— it only makes me cry more.

"It’s okay… you’re going to make me cry."

I wiped the tears that welled in my eyes.

"Take…" She squeezed a note into my hand.

"It’s not much…"

"Oh my! Vickie!" I gasped at the amount.

"Manage it for yourself and your mom. She needs you to be strong now."

"Oh, thank you." I hugged her tightly.

"I’m going to miss you," I cried.

"Me too… You could at least wait outside a little, in case the boss changes his mind. Who knows? He might just be having a bad morning."

I pulled back and stared straight at her.

"You think so?"

A pinch of hope slipped into my voice.

"I guess…