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"Okay class, that's a wrap. I'll see you next week." Serena said waving good-bye to her dance students as they left the studio room. The small girls left out the room chattering amongst themselves, as their teacher waited for her next class of the day. Another teacher entered the room named Mina.

"What's up girl?" Mina greeted cheerfully.

"Nothing, just waiting for the day to end. Did you find any part time jobs for me yet?" Serena asked her friend as they sat down on the floor.

"Yeah. I set you up for a job interview at five today." She said stretching out her legs.

"Already? Where?" She asked surprised.

"Here, I wrote it down. You are suppose to meet a Mr. Chiba. It's to be a nanny for his kids. Just two of them." She said pulling a piece a paper from the top of her leotard.

Serena eyed the paper for a moment before taking it from Mina- acting as if it was so gross to touch since she did pull out of her leotard. Mina rolled her eyes at her. Mina looked down at her watch and shook her head.

"Uh-oh! I have to get to my room before my class starts. See ya." She said jumping up and running out of the room.

"Oh well, I'll see her later" Serena said to no one in particular.

She got up off the floor just as her students began pouring in.

X X X

"Daddy! Get her away from me!" a little girl named Jamie screeched.

Her future step-mom was trying to put the child's shoes on. Darien came down the stairs swiftly to calm his daughter down. He took the shoes from his fiancé.

"Don't worry Cynthia, I'll put them on her." He picked up his daughter and sat her in his lap and put the shoes on her small feet.

"Thank you Daddy" She said peacefully, jumping down to go play.

"I'll be glad when this woman gets here to deal with them" Cynthia muttered rubbing her temples, turning away from Darien.

Darien put his arms around her waist and kissed her soft cheek.

"It'll be okay. Jamie and Jason just have to get use to you." He said trying to soothe her.

"They won't give me a chance." She said bitterly.

She pulled away from his embrace and went to their room. He sighed and ran his fingers through his thick black hair. He started to go up to his study when the doorbell rang. Sighing again he opened the door to see a beautiful woman standing at the door. She wore a black warm up pants over a pale green leotard. Her gorgeous blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail, and her messy bangs were barely covering light blue eyes. His mouth dropped slightly.

"Hello" He said gaining his composure.

"Hi, I'm Serena Jordan. I'm here for the interview with Mr. Chiba." She said

"That's me. Darien Chiba." He said.

"Wait a minute. My friend told me Chiba but not THE Darien Chiba- the millionaire. It's an honor to meet you. Oh my gosh, I apologize for my appearance. I just got off work and didn't have time to go home and change. I just didn't want to be late." She gushed grabbing his hand shaking it.

"Thanks, It's an honor to meet you too. Please come in and have a seat and we can get started on this interview." He said with a smirk, letting go of her hand.

He stepped aside and let her inside. She suddenly fell in love with his house. For a rich guy he wasn't really flashy with his money, that's probably why she didn't put two and two together. Darien closed the door and led her to the living room. As they took their seats, Serena eyes clashed with his deep blue ones. She began to notice how attractive he was. Darien eyed her for a long time. There was a resemblance about her that reminded him of his late wife Katherine. It hurt him so much. Serena watched an emotion cross his face before he cleared his throat.

"Um.. How old are?" He asked trying to think of some questions

"23" she replied.

He was only four years older that her.

"Well what made you want this job and how much do you charge?"

" First off, I teach a dance class once a week and I want something challenging. I'll take any offer you suggest." She said.

'The only difference between her and Katherine are the eyes. Katherine's were green.' He thought, not really paying attention to her reply.

"Alright, you're hired. Something's telling me you can handle this job. I don't really let people into my kids' lives. When can you start?" He asked.

"I can start now if you like." She said meekly, not believing she got the job that quickly.

"Okay then." He said standing up, she following in pursuit, "I just know that they'll love you."

She smiled holding out a hand. He took it and shook it. He found himself looking into her eyes again. It was just something about her that he couldn't put his finger on that he found intriguing about this dance teacher. Serena looked into her mysterious boss's eyes. He was really breath taking 6'3 frame, dark blue pools for eyes, messy black hair that her fingers just itched to touch. For some odd reason, she found herself holding her breath with butterflies in her stomach. Women at her age didn't get butterflies anymore.

Cynthia came down the stair to see Darien somewhat shaking hand with some blonde that favored his ex wife. She cleared her throat and it broke the spell. Darien let go of Serena's hand reluctantly.

"Darien, I thought your ex wife was dead and where's the old lady who's suppose to watch the kids." She said with a slight attitude.

"My wife is dead. This is Serena Jordan, the nanny." He said matter of factly.

Serena watched his face turn slightly cold. She felt herself shiver. The woman who approached was beautiful: Long black hair and brown eyes. She was about Serena's height.

"Oh sorry. Anywho, I'm Cynthia Blake. Darien's fiancée." She said blushing under Darien's glare.

She hurriedly went up to Serena shaking her hand.

"Would you like to meet the kids now?" Darien asked changing the subject.

"Sure, what are their names?" Serena asked stepping towards Darien.

"Jamie is three and Jason is five." He said leading the way to the backyard.

As they head to the glass sliding doors in the kitchen, Serena could see two dark haired children playing. Darien open the sliding door so she could exit.

"If you need anything, just let Cynthia know. I'm going to my office." He said retreating, leaving her and Cynthia at the door.

Once he was out of sight, Cynthia eyed Serena some more. Serena continued to size Cynthia up. Irritated suddenly, Cynthia rolled her eyes.

" Go have fun with the brats. Darien doesn't pay you to stand there." She huffed.

Serena started to say something but changed her mind. She head into the backyard to see a little girl in a swing trying to push herself with her shoe.

"Can I help?" Serena asked breaking the girl from her thoughts.

Jamie looked up to see a woman who looked like her mom.

"Mommy! Jason, Mommy's back!" She screeched jumping into Serena's arms.

Serena fell back with Jamie in her arms. The little boy ran up to Serena but stopped suddenly.

"Daddy said people can't come back from Heaven." He said reproachfully.

"That's right. I'm sorry but I'm not your mommy." She said sadly not wanting to hurt them. Jamie pulled away from her and ran to her brother crying. Jason hugged his sister and began crying. Serena looked at them helplessly. She had more to deal with than she realized.

"I'm your new nanny, your friend." She said getting up going over to them.

She began wiping the two children's tears away.

"Please don't cry." Serena murmured.

Jamie slowly pulled away from her brother and went back to Serena. Serena sat back down in the grass and Jamie sat in her lap. Jason sat by them.

"So what's your name?" Jamie asked.

"Serena. You can call me what you want." She said smiling softly from one to the other.

"I'll call you Rena." Jamie said thoughtfully.

"Alright then. What' about you Jason?"

"The same." He said

"Great. Rena it is." She said laughing. They all giggled together as if they shared a secret. Cynthia watched the scene growling.

"I'll have to keep my eye on you." She muttered to herself out loud , closing the sliding door.