It's just a job ... Is it?

[Teagan Riley]

Teagan was merely seventeen and here she was, ready to interview potential hire as her personal assistant. At first she wasn't convinced that she can do this but with practice of some questions, she will eventually get the hang of hiring people. The blonde teenager nervously looked herself in the mirror on the mantel of the fireplace. Up the salary, they will like it She thought to herself. It was hard, Teagan now understands the grief of her aunt Lilybeth. Both the house in York and Whitechurch needed staffs and a lot of them. How can she hire without even flinching a botox face?

Thinking her aunt made her chuckled, she was no nonsense and workaholic. Everything in this house and the one in Whitechurch are always pristine Teagan wondered if her cousins are well taken cared off as well. Maybe not require a uniform. Everyone hates uniforms, no one had told her PA's needed to have uniforms. She'll implement it. Tired and scared of standing around, the blonde Ravenclaw sat down properly on the couch and patiently awaited for her future employee.​

 

[Stella Stilinski]

A nervous Stella, arrived in front of her future, potential employer. Breathe, she tells herself. Stay composed, don't get nervous. Stella would think in silent to keep her nerves in check. It helped to a point she was standing outside the Maxwell's grand home. Unfortunately, the anxiety kicked into high gear. The former Hufflepuff stun to know that a former classmate of her was of royalty. That part she still didn't quite understand. Judging from their place of resident, it had to be true. "This has to be mistake," she said to no one in particular. Why would Teagan Maxwell hire a nobody like me?

"No mistake, Ms. Stilinksi?" A butler or bellhop would greet her at the door. "Ms. Maxwell is expecting your visit." Stella felt her cheeks flushed red. She needed to practice whispering or not speak her doubts out loud. Stella, wearing a blouse with black knitted sweater over follow the man inside. As you can imagine, the inside resembled Hogwarts, in ways that it was massive and walls were covered with portraits of family members and art. Stella can spot a masterpiece from a mile, just the names. She always got them mixed up. It didn't matter, the man informed Teagan of her arrival. Stella, curtsy. Unsure how to greet the likes of Teagan, so she curtsy out of respect. "M-Ms. Maxwell, it's finally nice to formally meet you! Thank you for your interest in me."
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