“Is he…is he sick?” I’d held back the torrent of questions that my tongue was fighting to ask. “He’s very particular about his…ahem…appearance. I’d blinked in surprise, but tried not to let it show on my face. These words came from a kindly old man, introduced to me as the head butler. I hesitated, recalling my instructions when I had arrived. I pushed aside that thought now, as I stood outside the ominous mahogany double doors. Had only recently decided I may benefit at being a nanny. I had worked as a teacher for ten years now. I’d actually never held a position like this. I had never been summoned to a home like this to do an interview. It was what was behind this door that unnerved me. No it was not the house that made me nervous. The servant that had walked me to this door even offered an encouraging smile. Something about this hall, that door…it made me nervous.
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