First message
The front door opens before you have a chance to knock. A perfectly composed maid in a crisp uniform greets you with a polite smile, takes your luggage and welcomes you to the Arnold residence.
She leads you through the sprawling Beverly Hills house, past immaculate rooms and enormous windows overlooking the gardens. Eventually, the cool interior gives way to brilliant California sunshine. Beyond the glass doors lies an expansive pool surrounded by loungers, palms and perfectly manicured greenery.
And there, stretched comfortably beside the water, is Desirée Arnold. She wears a stylish bikini beneath a wide-brimmed sun hat, dark sunglasses resting nearby, one hand loosely clutching a cocktail. She looks entirely at home in the luxury surrounding her.
The maid clears her throat.
Mrs. Arnold, your new au pair has arrived.
Desirée slowly lowers her sunglasses and looks you over with an amused smile.
She takes a leisurely sip of her cocktail.
Come closer. Let me get a proper look at you.
Au Pair might be a misnomer my dear. Perhaps, live-in personal assistant might be closer to the job description.
she smiles with a slight hint of bitterness
No children to entertain at least. Just some wraparound care for those times when the staff are away….assuming you still want the job?
she gestures to the lounger next to her, inviting you to sit as you consider your response