Evangeline hadn't quite believed when she had got the customary email of reply back to say that she had made it to the interview stage of the process, having scanned the email over and over in an attempt to make sure she was reading the right email, and they hadn't just sent it to the wrong person. Part of her had been hoping that the severe lack of any qualifications to her name would put her out of the running completely, she didn't really fancy having to clean up for some entitled twat who believed everybody and everything was below him, but the other part of her knew that she needed the money, and the accommodation that was provided with the job or she would be out on the streets without a cent to her name.<br/><br/>As the hand of her watch moved closer and closer to 10 am, she realised with growing frustration that she hadn't given herself enough time, having completely underestimated the pure size of the estate and it's driveway which she was currently trudging up, the gravel under foot making her presence known to anyone in her vicinity as she approached the grand door of the house, no, mansion.<br/><br/>She had never seen a place like this in all her life, she had grown up in a small town back home in Britain, a tiny flat to fit the three of them. A flat where most surfaces quickly became cluttered with both empty and full bottles of every variation for her father to drink away the day, claiming that his life was too hard and he didn't want to remember it. As he would pass out on the couch midday like everyday it would leave the then only 16 year old to try to scrub at fresh vomit stains, laying over old ones which was a pointless job but she knew if she didn't try, she would just have his hungover temper to deal with the next morning, when the whole of the one bedroom flat was stank up with the vile smell.<br/>Her mother wasn't much help either, but that wasn't her fault she supposed, addled with mental illness diagnoses, her mother spent her whole life in bed, staring at the ceiling when really she should have been placed in a hospice years ago, so at least somebody qualified could look after her and attempt to give her a better quality of life.<br/><br/>Now, at 20, Evie was struggling to get ends to meet, having fled Britain to go to America and make a new start, as seemingly a lot of people did but with no education other than the one she received from a lousy high school, the girl who should have been destined for more was now prepared to clean someone else's house and fold up their clothes, definitely a new low in her mind.<br/>A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she finally reached the entrance, and seconds before she was about to press the doorbell, the massive wood door swung open much to her surprise, causing her to jump back a bit.<br/>Once she had hesitantly announced as to why she was here, although she had no doubt that the older man in front of her already knew that, she was led through the halls, her eyes flitting around curiously as she tried to keep up.<br/>He gestured to one of the seats, that was designed to form a small waiting area outside of an office, simply saying in his gruff voice, "He'll come to get you when he's ready, just sit and don't move,<i>please,"  </i>before walking back down the way they had originally came.<br/><br/>The redhead shrugged off her jacket, laying it down carefully on the chair before looking around, wandering over to take in some photo frames randomly placed against the pale coloured wall as she waited, one of her hands playing nervously with the cuff of her shirt as the anticipation built inside of her.<br/>Maybe this was a mistake...it was bound to be some vile old man, who didn't understand boundaries or personal hygiene that she was going to have to deal with and with a smile, which she doubted she would be able to keep up dealing with that.