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*Y/n's Point of View*
I'm very nervous about today. I will be starting my first day as a caretaker for Mrs. Cobblepot. Beyond information regarding her medical and physical needs, I know very little about her. The only information I received regarding her personally, was from her son and my employer: Oswald Cobblepot. He explained that she would either like me, or hate.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the apartment door I was told to go to.
"One moment!" A feminine heavily accented voice called out from behind the door.
The door opened to reveal an older woman wearing vintage clothing and had her hair in a messy updo.
"Mrs. Gertrude Cobblepot?" I asked politely.
"Yes?" She responded.
"My name is Y/n L/n, I was hired by your son to be your daytime caretaker. May I come in so we can discuss my responsibilities further?" I explained.
"Mother, who is at the d-" Another voice asked, however, this voice did not have the same accent as Mrs. Cobblepot and was masculine.
The door opened further to reveal a man with black hair and had a very protruding nose. The man made eye contact with me and smiled "Ah, Ms. L/n I presume?"
I nodded my head as a response to his question.
"I'm Oswald, we talked on the phone." He explained. "Please come in."
"Thank you." I smiled and watched as both individuals stepped away from the door and allowed me to enter the apartment.
The apartment itself was small in size, but decorated well in what looked like antique furniture and decor. Though it all seemed as if regular cleaning and maintenance had been neglected based upon the light layer of dust on the table in the living room. I was not surprised seeing this, daily tasks like cleaning were commonly of secondary importance when caring for someone full-time.
I sat down on the sofa and wait for Oswald or Mrs. Cobblepot to begin the conversation. Mr. Oswald sat in an arm chair to the left of me, and Mrs. Cobblepot to the right of me.
"I know we discussed this over the phone, but would you mind telling Mother about yourself and what your job would be like as caretaker for her, please?" Oswald asked.
I nodded politely smiled "Not at all Mr. Cobblepot. What I do is I help clean, cook, and help you Mrs. Cobblepot in completing daily tasks like taking medication, grooming, and keep you company. I enjoy listening to music while I work and enjoy baking in my spare time."
"Do you like classical music?" Mrs. Cobblepot asked.
"Oh of course!" I answered enthusiastically. "Tchaikovsky is one of my favorite composers."
She leaned in closely as if to she were going to tell me a secret. "Do you know Swan Lake?"
"Yes, very well. When I was young my parents would take me to the local performing arts theater to see a ballet performance every winter." I explained happily.
I could tell how excited Mrs. Cobblepot was by my answers with how she smiled gleefully. "Wonderful! I may not look it, but I was once a graceful and beautiful dancer. I can teach you some of what I learned when I was your age. It will be so fun!"
"That sounds like a lovely idea, Mother. Just remember, Ms. Y/n is here to help you in any way she can." Mr. Cobblepot reminded her.
Mrs. Cobblepot waved her son off with her hand. "Yes yes. I will be sure to keep Ms. Y/n very busy."
"Well, based on my mother's plans I believe you have the job. Congratulations Ms. L/n." Oswald happily informed me.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Cobblepot. I will be sure to-" I began but was cut off by Mr. Cobblepot.
"Please, Ms. L/n, there is no need for such formalities. You can call me Oswald." He explained.
"Thank you, Oswald." I smiled.