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Minimum one year of work experience.

Education: Higher Secondary (At least)

Perks and Benefits:

Free Accommodation and meals.

Additional allowance provided when necessary.

Interested candidates, please send your CV to the email below.

I’d applied for this job a few weeks ago and was surprised when I’d heard from them. The man said the family wanted to meet me before they gave me the job, and something in the man’s voice told me I could indeed get selected.

I squeezed my aunt’s photo between my fingers. I had a very good feeling about this.

The signage for Ambervale town came into view and I asked the driver about the address of the house that I was visiting. His brows hit the roof when he read it and asked me if that’s really where I planned to stop and when I said yes, he laughed mockingly, which was a little strange. I mean, it’s not like I’d asked him to drop me off on a different planet.

When I asked him what was funny, he shrugged it off like it was no biggie.

It’s when he dropped me off the bus that I realized why he seemed to think I was crazy.

In front of me were two huge metal gates with the letters ‘M’ on them. I stared at it in awe and into the far distance, my eyes focused on the very large and daunting house, a gothic mansion that looked right out of anArchitectural Digestmagazine, or a horror movie. You take the pick. The opulence and the grandness of it were nothing like I’d ever seen before.

I decide to call on the number that was provided on the app.

“Hi, this is Millicent. I applied for the job and received a call to come for the interview.” My voice was a little anxious and shaky. “I just arrived at the location. Is this the right address?”

I heard a deep masculine chuckle on the other end of the line. “I see you, Millicent. Please come inside.”

He could see me?

Just then, I noticed the surveillance cameras surrounding the area.

The gates to the house opened slowly, and I stepped through them, completely unaware of the horrors that awaited me.

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After about ten minutes,I found myself seated before a very intimidating man who lounged behind a large cherry-wood desk in an equally impressive office.

The house was exquisite, to say the least. A gothic colonial mansion fit to be called a king’s castle with their lawns neatly trimmed, a huge mermaid sculpted fountain at the entrance and a lake house on the other side of the mansion. The house was built sometime in the early eighteenth century according to the butler that showed me to Mr. Montgomery’s office.

It was pretty clear to me that these people were wealthy beyond my imagination and working for them would be like a dream come true.

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