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
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