THE SAPPHIRE LEGACY

he journey to the Blackw

a lot of folks, but they quickly transformed into a peaceful ave

curious passersby fr

n was more than just a house; it was a fortress. Tall glass walls shimmered in the sun

e getting out. The gates made tiny howling sounds as they o

usted the floor mat entrance as I approached her. I could tell her eyes

e interview?" she as

ed, keeping my

an behind a shelf. "You're welcome.

like glass, and chandeliers dangled like glowing gems. Each s

ting Mr. Roberts," the woman said as we walk

sonnel you see. Be respectful and speak

when we approached a set of heavily built wooden do

er hair and an aura of serious professionalism. He didn't look up ri

he said, his

lding my hands in my lap

e employed here?" He

o sound confident. "I've worked in smaller homes but wi

had raised more curiosity. "And can you

ecame personal," I said softly. "

ing. "Maria will give you a trial task. If i

e. A long table stretched through the centre, its glossy s

tions brief and to the point. "Set the table for tonight's d

flawless, Mr. Blackwel

as I set each piece down carefully. Every fork, every knife, and

e sound of every clink of silverware loud. I was pl

s the n

he voice made

nd to know who it was. His

" Maria replied prom

t he held my chin up, and our faces interlocked. His distinct fe

e now?" he asked, his voi

ces," I replied.

onger than I was comfortable

be," he said with a grin on hi

wered a bit, but my stoma

d set. His weary eyes scanned every detail, and his s

Good enough. You'll b

essure I felt earlier had lowered drastically. When we reached the front door

mind. I sat at my small desk, staring at the application confir

sence was unlike anything I had imagined-int

l notification, and I glanced at the screen. The subject line c

ckwell estate. I sensed a bit of relief as I read it, but be

onymous, and the subject line read: "Be c

a chill running down my spine. Someone kn