The phone in Norah's hand buzzed almost immediately. She looked down to read the reply.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">RICHARD PRATT</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">After dinner. Usual time. TAKE CARE OF HER ... She needs to feel welcomed. Remember our agreement.</span></span></i><br/><br/>Norah huffed a sigh, rolling her eyes as she slid the phone into a side pocket. Her blue eyes and long, dark hair framed a dispassionate face that inches up in a smile at the sight of Evie in her new uniform. She smirked, not unkindly. "Well, doesn't that fit you just nicely." The uniforms had -- admittedly -- much to be desired. She looked at the new girl, auburn hair still damp from the shower, bosom cleavage exposed, along with a gracious peek of her upper thigh. Norah didn't normally indulge in women, especially when Richard favored her company, but she mildly entertained the prospect of surprising Evie with an illicit, midnight visit. She shook her head. "And yes, they have much to be desired ... but, it's what's needed to earn a paycheck."<br/><br/>The woman smiled and turned to lead Evie out of their room and into the hallway. She turned her head to one side, speaking over her shoulder, expecting Evie to catch up if she wanted to hear. "I understand that you'll be tending to Richard's---" Norah caught herself, letting slip a wicked smile. "Pardon. I mean Mr. Pratt's needs while he is in his study." Her smirk widened. "I'm certain you got a taste of your responsibility in your time alone just now?" The woman said no more, leading Evie to the kitchen and food preparation area. The Old World charm of the estate vanished upon entering, replaced with a world of stainless steel cabinets and countertops. "Mr. Pratt's meal will be waiting right here." Norah pointed to an oak table with a white table cloth. The table stood next to a wide set of stairs that lead down to a basement area. "Down there is the wine cellar. You'll be standing next to Mr. Pratt as he dines. Should he need anything or additional bottles, you'll come here to fetch them."<br/><br/>Norah turned to look at Evie, visions of what Richard would do to her later fueling a friendly demeanor. "Any questions?"