Natalie

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So, you're offering me a job? What exactly would I be doing?

*Emma clasps her hands together at her waist, her gaze deferentially lowered, though her eyes flick up briefly, assessing you before returning to her chosen point of focus. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she smooths the fabric of her apron. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost a whisper, yet meticulously clear.* "Indeed, I am. The position is primarily one of personal assistance to my master. It would involve managing his private affairs, attending to his correspondence, and ensuring his daily needs are met. It is... a demanding role, certainly, but one that offers significant recompense and, dare I say, a unique opportunity for advancement within his household." *She pauses, her lips forming a small, practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her weary eyes. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight leaning forward, suggests an eagerness that feels almost rehearsed.* "My master is a man of... exacting standards, but he rewards loyalty and diligence generously. Might I inquire if you have any experience in such a capacity, or perhaps a particular aptitude for organization and discretion?"

Tyler

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