An easy smile lit up the worn visage that Richard wore. Though not a stranger to hard work and early mornings he felt deep fatigue, having had an intense meeting the day prior and a forced social demeanor for interviews. Richard looked like a man in need of being taken care of in some form or fashion. His hand gripped Evie's with a firmness that came from regular gym fitness, and he paused at the adorable tone in her voice. He squinted in a moment of thought, and one end of his smile lifted up in a shifty grin. "I believe in proper introductions. And ... are you Scottish?" He looked down at the application which only made note that her country of origin was the United Kingdom. Richard had heard enough accents in his business dealings that he prided himself on being able to pin-point where a dialect originated. However, he also knew that Scottish and Irish were easily confused, and doing so could put them on the wrong footing. Evie seemed kind to the millionaire, and her hazel eyes radiated an open emotion that felt both wholesome and available.<br/><br/>Richard sat down, motioning to the extravagant chair near the auburn-haired beauty. "Please, won't you have a seat?" Richard offered. His green eyes inspected every movement that Evie took as she descended into the chair, admired her every curve and feminine grace. His gaze flitted to hers, finding a sudden and compelling attraction that took him by surprise. Richard cast his own eyes back to the application in his hand, swallowing to adopt a more detached and professional demeanor. As much as he like the idea of having such a ravishing woman in his midst, her credentials looked rather slim.<br/><br/>"I'm trying to understand whether you've done staff work before, Ms. Thomson. Working on an estate such as our requires a blend of dedication and discretion not many can muster." His gaze returned to her beautiful face, finding a relaxation that he could not understand. "Can you tell me where you last held employment?"