w energy. Chloe sat cross-legged on the rug, a laptop balanced on her k

Ten years of high-net-worth individual management.' 'Bespoke l

, reading the screen. "It sounds

s," Chloe countered. "What a

t want a job as a personal chef or a nutritionist. She wanted something bigger. S

st elite domestic staffing agency in New York, the kind that

h the listings unti

ella read aloud. "Liv

Plus housing, full benefits, and

of thirty. Must oversee all dietary and health protocols for

e last bullet point. He

hology or counseling to handle

at her, a slow grin spreading across her

essively professional version Chloe had crafted-and attached scanned copi

ing to think she'd been foolishly optimisti

itative, and distinctly upper-class. "This is Eleanor Finch.

ella said, her pulse

ions are extraordinary. But you have a ten-year

n the air, heav

ure household budget, coordinated with vendors across the globe, and maintained the physical and

e on t

. "I designed nutritional protocols to manage anxiety-induced IBS. I didn't just clean house; I created

ticism had faded slightly, replaced by

isn't about logistics. It's about people. It's about anticipating needs befo

lla could hear the click of

terviewed twenty candidates with decades of hospitality experience. They al

" Estel

nor replied. "Can you do a

is pe

, her hair smoothed back, her posture perfect. Eleanor Finch's fa

y restrictions, and boundary setting. Estella answered each one with precision, dra

ing to be honest. The previous candidates lacked empathy. Th

stella said. "And I'm very good at help

e first candidate who has met the hidden requirements

," Estella

to come to the estate tomorrow for a trial. Mrs.

es

entials. The Winters fami

k in the chair, exhaling a breath s

mping up and down. "You di

la said, the high of the interview crashing

ou," Chloe said, g

n the dark screen of the laptop. The woman staring back at her