The next morning arrived with quiet efficiency, just as Parker preferred. The gates of the mansion eased open after facial recognition scanned the new arrivals. The estate, still bathed in the soft glow of morning, felt vast and tranquil, the scent of freshly tended gardens lingering from the previous day's work.
Victoria had everything prepared to the letter. The head maid and the kitchen maid stood near the entrance, side by side, professional yet subtly curious. Parker's gaze was distant but observant as he studied the two he'd chosen from the profiles.
The head maid, a woman of 27, had a commanding presence despite her calm demeanor. Her dark hair was neatly styled, and her uniform—tailored yet modest—fit her professional aura perfectly.
