Jason woke early the next morning, feeling a quiet determination settle within him.
He intended to spend his remaining days finalizing the third and most important part of his agenda. The property needed soone who could manage it in his absence, soone reliable enough to keep things in order when he returned to Downtown. He had no interest in leaving such a valuable asset untended.
He ate a light breakfast at the small kitchen counter before retrieving his phone and laptop from the living room table. Then, he opened several property managent sites, cross-referencing nas and reviews of caretakers operating in the area. Most of them specialized in short-term vacation rentals or private estates. He skimd through profiles, pausing only when sothing stood out. One review ntioned a woman nad Claire Donovan, praised for her discretion and her work ethic. Another listed a middle-aged man called Luis Harper, known for maintaining large country hos.
Jason made notes beside each na, recording their strengths and weaknesses. He sent out a few inquiries through email and then made three phone calls. Each ssage was polite and brief, explaining that he was looking for a caretaker for a private property near the San Gabriel woods. By noon, two responses had already arrived in his inbox.
The first ca from Claire, who agreed to et that afternoon at the Villa for an interview. The second ca from a man nad Howard Miller, who asked to et the following morning. Jason confird both appointnts and then cleaned the living room to give a proper impression. He had no intention of overselling himself since he strongly believed in structure.
When the afternoon sun reached its highest point, a car pulled up outside the gate. Jason stepped out and waited by the driveway as a woman in her early thirties approached. She wore a white shirt and navy trousers, had a well-defined slender figure, and appeared to be in her late twenties.
"You must be Mr. Jason," she said with a faint smile, offering a handshake.
He accepted the gesture while returning the smile.
"Yes, and you must be Claire. Thank you for coming."
"It was no trouble," she replied, glancing around the property. "I rarely see places this well kept out here. Most of the houses I manage are closer to town."
’Hm,’ Jason thought, keeping the inner remark brief.
He gestured toward the open door.
"Please, co in. We can talk inside."
They walked through the living room, and she took a slow, observant look at her surroundings before sitting at the table. Jason sat opposite her and began speaking in his usual calm tone.
"I will get to the point. I recently acquired this Villa and plan to visit only a few tis each year. I need soone to maintain it during my absence and handle minor issues as they arise. I prefer soone who can manage without constant supervision."
Claire blinked twice and smiled.
"That is understandable. I have worked with private owners before, but most of them prefer minimal updates unless sothing requires imdiate attention."
Jason watched her carefully for a while without saying anything. After a short pause, he simply comnted,
"I read several reviews about your work. It seems you handle multiple properties. How do you balance them?"
She bit her lips in a thoughtful manner.
"I usually divide my schedule between them. I live about forty minutes from here, but if the owner wants full-ti supervision, I can make arrangents to stay nearby. I’m used to maintaining gardens, pools, and interior checks. I also keep a contact list for ergency repairs."
Giving it a careful thought, Jason asked curiously,
"What about security? This area seems quiet, but it’s remote."
Claire nodded thoughtfully.
"I have a simple system that works well. I install coded locks on all entry points and coordinate with a local guard service that does weekly patrols. I also keep digital logs so the owner can review them remotely."
Although he had already set up security systems, Jason decided to ask her so he could see what she could handle and if she was even worth it at all. Besides, this was an interview, and in his past life, he had been tricked like this so many tis when going for ordinary part-ti job interviews.
However, for this female in front of him, everything she said aligned with the kind of discipline he valued. So, he asked a few more questions about finances, maintenance schedules, and property managent, and she answered each clearly without hesitating.
When they finished, Jason escorted her to the door.
"I’ll reach out by tomorrow afternoon," he said blissfully. "Thank you again for coming."
Claire offered a brief smile.
"It was a pleasure eting you, Mr. Jason. I look forward to hearing from you."
Once she left, Jason sat on the porch and reviewed his notes. She had the experience, the professionalism, and the quiet discipline he needed. Still, he wanted to see how the next candidate compared before making a final decision.
The following morning, Howard... or whatever his na was... arrived right on ti. He was in his late forties, wearing a neatly pressed shirt and carrying a small folder of references. Though Jason really wasn’t all in for hiring n, technically they didn’t serve his personal interest, but if they proved better in his business and inco stream, he would obviously run with them. His handshake was firm unlike Claire’s, and his voice carried an air of practiced ease.
"I’ve been maintaining estates for over twenty years," he said once they sat in the living room. "And mostly private hos owned by families who travel frequently."
Jason regarded him closely.
"This property will need consistent care. The environnt around it is open, and the structure itself is large, so you’ll have to be precise."
Howard smiled.
"That’s what I specialize in. I treat every house as if it were my own. I handle cleaning, maintenance, and inspection personally. I also work well with contractors, so anything that needs repair won’t stay that way for long."
They discussed logistics for nearly an hour. Howard spoke efficiently, describing his past experiences with estates even larger than this one. Jason appreciated his professionalism, though there was sothing slightly chanical about the exchange. The man spoke well, yet his tone felt rehearsed, as if he had delivered the sa lines to countless clients before.
After Howard departed, Jason walked outside and sat on the steps near the driveway. He opened his notebook and compared both interviews point by point. Howard had more experience, but his manner lacked authenticity, resembling a salesman performing a routine. Claire, on the other hand, carried a calm conviction. She had observed every detail in the house without instruction, her focus unwavering throughout their conversation.
Jason tapped his pen lightly against the page.
’A house like this needs soone who respects space, not soone who treats it like a checklist.’
He made his choice and sent Claire a ssage that afternoon, offering her the position. Her reply ca swiftly, filled with appreciation and quiet enthusiasm. She accepted the role and confird she would begin overseeing the Villa’s maintenance within the week.
Content with his decision, Jason closed his laptop and leaned back on the couch. A sense of calm accomplishnt settled over him. Every step since his arrival in San Gabriel had followed deliberate reasoning. What had once been an uncertain purchase had now beco a structured investnt with promising returns.
Later that evening, he stepped outside and stood beside the pool, observing the soft reflection of the Villa’s lights upon the still water.
He gazed toward the distant treeline, contemplating how far he had co since the system’s first ssage. There was still much ahead of him, more Milfs to conquer, more ventures to build, and greater fortunes to secure.
A child...? Perhaps.
His thoughts drifted briefly to Downtown and the won awaiting his return. A part of him longed to go back, yet he knew he would miss this quiet balance, especially with that little brat nearby. He picked up his phone, reviewed his completed checklist, and saved Claire’s contact under a new folder titled Property Affairs.
He would leave the Villa in capable hands, confident that everything would remain exactly as planned. His focus would soon return to his next objective back ho, one filled with far greater uncertainty than any property venture could ever offer.
Jason locked the doors, turned off the lights, and made his way upstairs to rest. The following day would be his final one in San Gabriel, and by then, every arrangent would already stand in order.
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