New York, Manhattan Tis Square.
A blonde woman in a professional suit appeared in the crowd, her hair slicked back to her scalp, highlighting her sculpted features, with a dusty rose lipstick that gave her a gentle and approachable deanor.
Walking among the diverse crowd, she beca a figure that one could spot at a glance.
Her na is Julia Perrin, blonde and blue-eyed, a typical German.
A company lobby.
It was still early, and the workday hadn’t begun. Upon entering the lobby, she accurately targeted a brown-haired woman sitting properly on the lobby sofa, with fiery red lips and high arched eyebrows—an eye-catching woman.
She walked over quickly and sat down next to her, then smiled and asked the brown-haired woman beside her, "Are you here for the interview too?"
"Hmm?" The brown-haired woman looked at her sowhat surprised, sized her up and down, and said, "Yes."
"Nice to et you, you look very pretty. Are you prepared for this interview?" she asked casually, picking up the magazine beside her absentmindedly.
The brown-haired woman moved her resu closer to her chest, showing a bit of vigilance toward this enthusiastic woman in front of her. Seeing that she wasn’t holding a resu, she smiled and said, "I think I might be more prepared than you, at least I didn’t forget to bring my resu."
"Oh? Is that so? Looks like you are prepared. I assu you’re interviewing for the housekeeper position, right?" she asked after putting down the magazine.
The brown-haired woman laughed, shrugged her shoulders with a hint of mockery in her eyes, "What else? Shopping?"
She didn’t mind, just smiled and said, "You’re Cindy McCain, right?"
"Yes." Cindy McCain was sowhat surprised. Clearly, she didn’t know the person in front of her, so she asked, "How do you know?"
She smiled without answering the question, only lanted, "Cindy McCain, unfortunately, you did not pass this test."
"What?"
Cindy McCain’s expression instantly turned puzzled, even her brows furrowed.
"From the mont you arrived here, the interview had already begun."
Cindy McCain was at a loss for words, and quickly tried to explain, "I’m sorry, I..."
Before she could finish, she continued, "Mr. Brooke is a gentleman, one of the requirents for a housekeeper is to be courteous and well-mannered. Your makeup is too aggressive, and your behavior doesn’t match."
"This..." The woman was montarily speechless, realizing, she hurriedly handed over her resu as a redy.
"Ma’am, you can take a look at my resu first."
She glanced at the resu, then took it and looked it over carefully before asking, "Are you married?"
"Yes, my husband is in New York, but he won’t interfere with my work."
"You know, this job requires a ten-year commitnt, during which you cannot leave the manor."
Cindy McCain quickly nodded, "I know, my husband says he can accept that."
"I’m sorry, your circumstances are too unpredictable, and no one can bear the responsibility when the ti cos."
As her words fell, Cindy McCain pressed her lips together in dismay, and there seed to be a glint of moisture in her eyes for a mont.
She sniffed and still smiled, "Alright, I understand. Thank you for seeing ."
With that, she stood up and walked out.
...
--- Modie Manor.
In the afternoon, Elliana Lyle found it unbearable to stay put and decided to go downstairs for a walk. Mr. Brooke had soone remove all the surveillance equipnt in the house, leaving only the communicative devices.
But even so, the old man occasionally spoke out, which she couldn’t stand.
As she could hear from his words, Brooke was not currently at the manor.
Reaching the first floor lobby, she saw a woman being led in by soone, dressed in a suit—a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman.
And when that woman saw her, there was a mont of surprise.
The escort was a man, who approached and greeted her respectfully, "Miss Elliana."
Then he said to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty beside him, "Housekeeper Perrin, this is Miss Elliana."
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