The edgy disposition the Evie exhibited gave off many, divergent impressions to Richard. Was she scattered, nervous, desperate, difficult ....<i>crazy</i>? He sincerely hope Evie retained a sound body and mind, because although 9:00am Rebecca performed splendidly on paper and passed the test of amicable interaction, she also scored high on the placid scale -- that was not something to be proud of. Richard knew that James had enough staff to keep the place running in top condition. Of course, the man could always use more, and his parents likely wanted extra help to ease the older man's transition from direct butler to more of a managerial position under their roof. It was a nice sentiment; the problem was that no one had notified Richard of any plan, if one existed at all. All Richard knew was that he was tasked with interviewing potential maids to assist him in his domain -- he would, therefore, decide what criteria to adhere to when making a decision.<br/><br/>"Management, eh?" Richard mumbled, glancing once again at the application. A personal reference from the coffee shop owner -- called the Embra Cafe -- offered a solidly worded and sincere letter about Evie's competence. In truth, Richard had plans that never came to light, primarily because they often conflicted with whatever accidental, haphazard designs his parents implemented when it came to the family holdings. He needed a partner --  disposable, if necessary -- in whom he could confide and reason out plans for growing his vision of the family business. He hated to rely on the myriad of debutantes when social affairs blossomed, and instead of helping him firm up business dealings they would chatter inane and distract him from the task at hand. Whether Evie was up to the task, Richard didn't know. What he did know was that she was the most gorgeous and lively person he'd ever met. Besides, if she didn't work out, he still had Rebecca's contact information.<br/><br/>"So, here's the deal, Ms. Thomson ..." Richard paused, making sure that he had Evie's complete attention. "You don't have direct experience in cleaning houses ... but, anyone can do that. I think you can probably clean just fine, yeah?" He sat back and adopted a relaxed posture in the chair, his eyes settling more openly upon the red-headed lass. He'd heard of the Irish-Scottish temper -- particularly exhibited by red-heads -- and that was a problem that he did not need. However, she did not demand nor did she bark back an attitude; in fact, Evie conducted herself with just the balance of (albeit, undeveloped) poise and confidence. "I need someone who can look after my needs and be responsive. I need someone who can learn and do as their told. And ..." he smiled, faintly, "I just happen to need someone who can make a smashing cup of coffee. You have a job here, if you'd like it."