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Pushing her black, plastic framed glasses up her nose, Katherine Oliver
surveyed the house - or rather mansion - in front of her. She had reached the large home by way of a long, curving driveway which had been quite scenic lined with flowering trees that cast a gentle shadow over the drive. The Kenton home, located in a very wealthy of Atlanta Georgia, had once been a plantation that boasted no less than 150 acres and nearly as many slaves back in its prime. It had, apparently, been in the Kenton family over two hundred years. But the beautiful brick home did not look its age.
Katherine checked her reflection in her car's rear view mirror - bun perfectly in place, glasses straight - before stepping out onto the white stone of the paved driveway. She readjusted her navy blue cardigan
, making sure it sat just right over top her white blouse, then checked to make sure her gray pencil skirt was still wrinkle-free. Everything had to be just right for this first meeting. Katherine was, if anything, a perfect professional.
Having been with the Nanny Divine since she was eighteen, twenty-nine year old Katherine knew exactly how to make a perfect first impression. Her professional attitude and way with children made her a hot commodity within the nanny agency. Her expertise made it possible for her to bring in only the top clients and the Kenton family ranked at the very top of those who could well afford her price.
After ringing the doorbell, Katherine waited patiently for the butler - yes, an honest to god butler - to escort her into the office of Michael Kenton, who stood to greet her with a soft smile that reached all the way to his eyes.
"Thank you for coming today, Ms. Oliver." He said, taking his seat behind a formidable mahogany desk. He gestured for Katherine to take one of the arm chairs across from his desk. She sat, smoothing her skirt out as she did so, and folded her hands primly in her lap.
"I appreciate you taking on this job," he continued, trying to appear at ease, but the tension in his shoulders was obvious, "I have to warn you that straightening out my son will not be an easy task. He is, for lack of a better word, the devil himself. My wife and I have tried our best, but we feel that we've done all we can and now all we can do is seek professional advice and help."
"I assure you, Mr. Kenton," Katherine said as he took a pause, "that I have worked with quite a few terrors in my time. Every parent believes his child to be the worst. But, I have found, it's hardly ever the case. Every child has an angel inside them, you just have to help bring it out."
Michael Kenton grinned. "Well I can see that I've hired the right woman for the job. Would you like to meet my son, then?"
Katherine nodded and Michael called for the butler to bring his son into the office.