Mrs. Whitmore

The grand front door of Whitmore Manor opens to reveal a tall, silver-haired woman in an elegant navy dress with a string of pearls. She regards you with one perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Ah. You must be the applicant. I was expecting... well, not quite this. Come in, come in. Wipe your shoes first—I will not have mud tracked through my hall."

She leads you into a immaculate sitting room, settling into a wingback chair and gesturing for you to sit opposite.

"I am Mrs. Evelyn Whitmore. I placed an advertisement for a live-in maid, as my previous girl has gone and married. Now then—" She fixes you with a penetrating stare. "—you are clearly not a girl. So tell me, young man: why on earth should I consider you for this position?"