Evangeline let out a small shaky sigh as she continued to wander around the small room. She took in every framed object on the wall, whether it be a family picture from not so recent times, or a printed out article about the success of the Pratt's and their business.<br/>Her mind was racing as she took in every detail of the extravagant architecture and the lavish interior - there was no way she could fit in around here, or fulfil the job to the standard they were expecting. The other candidates probably had a lifetime of experience or some qualification to their name other than a set of Scottish Highers which she assumed weren't even recognised over here, across the pond..<br/>It was almost pointless to still be here, she thought - the job wasn't going to be given to her. The odds were a million to one against her, plus she knew she could be using this time to seek other more appropriate job opportunities. She didn't belong somewhere so fancy...even if the pay was significantly more.<br/>That was something that had caught her attention; usually she skipped anything that mentioned cleaner, maid or helper in the job description, but the pure sum of money that was offered monthly for a job she deemed so simple had made her heart jump. With this sort of money, she could potentially do something with her life, find herself a job, maybe finally apply for university and better her life. It would allow her to live the life as a kid she dreamed of, instead of the life school had been warned her of.<br/><br/>She had just picked up her jacket, the thin material clutched tightly, ready to flee and try to navigate her way out the maze of twisting corridors , elaborate ceilings and designer carpets when she heard the door behind her open. Evie slowly and hesitantly swivelled, her jacket loosening slightly in hand, as she came face to face with her potential future employer. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink due to the fact she had just been potentially caught leaving, but he didn't seem to bat an eye much to her relief.<br/>It was easy to say that he was nothing like she had expected, there was no balding, no wrinkles, no cane to be seen, far from it in fact... He looked to be around her age, most likely a few years her senior, and no doubt wiser, but what was most surprising of all, he was<i>gorgeous. </i>That sort of Hollywood gorgeous that caused women of all ages to swoon, just from laying their hungry eyes on him, not even needing to touch him to feel the thrill that coursed down their spines, sending tingles to their extremities and goosebumps raising the skin of their arms.<br/><br/>The young woman unhurriedly approached the man and his outstretched hand, which she gently slotted hers into, her smaller hand quickly and easily encased in his larger and firm one as they shook hands.<br/>"It's nice to meet you, I'm Evangeline Thomson..but you probably already know that, application and all.."  She trailed off,  her sweet voice which had filled the small room only moments before ceasing as she finally took him in properly for the first time, her eyes having been focused only on his viridescent eyes before.<br/>Her eyes roamed  over his chiselled and tanned face curiously, his sharp jaw bone, covered in a mass of dark stubble and his intense gaze, which made her feel exposed in mere seconds as his eyes seemed to bore into her, as if he was seeing her every secret.<br/>There was no doubt that he was handsome, which he undoubtedly knew and exploited, but he indubitably was  going to live up to his last name behaviour wise, no son of a tycoon ever came off being anything but a know it all and a bit of a<i>prat</i>.