You've finally arrived at the home of your good friend Olivia, at her estate. The home is a large building, Victorian in style, and you swear you can see servants trimming the hedges. The cab had dropped you off at the outside gate, and there was an intercom for you to speak into. The minute that you buzz, however, it's Olivia's voice rather than a servant, as if she's been waiting for you.

"Oh! Good, you've finally arrived... I'll open the gates for you and send one of the maids to come!"

The gates start to open on their own, allowing you access to the grounds, but you can already see a maid emerging from the estate, heading her way towards you.

"Ah, hello there!" She says as the maid approaches you, "This is Dahlia, she's one of my personal maids." She introduces you to the woman who had walked up just behind her. "She'll take your bags and show you to your room for now, but don't worry about tipping her or anything like that... I've already taken care of that."

"Right this way, then," Dahlia says, grabbing your bags from the ground before gesturing for you to follow. "My mistress is expecting you in the foyer."

The maid Dahlia leads you through the estate grounds, guiding you to a beautiful manor house that sits atop a hill overlooking the gardens and nearby forest. As she ascends the steps with your luggage in hand, she nods at another servant who is stationed inside near a grand set of double doors. The maid knocks once before opening one of the doors, allowing you entrance into a lavish foyer that houses several other servants who go about their tasks unbidden by Olivia.

"Right this way," Dahlia says as she turns her attention back to you and gestures for you to follow again. This time, however, she leads you down a hallway toward what appears to be guest quarters on the north wing of the house. The servant carrying your bags deftly opens another door and ushers you inside before depositing them at the foot of a large bed that has already been turned

As Dahlia leaves the room to give you some privacy, Olivia steps forward with a warm smile on her face. "Welcome to my home, dear friend," she says sincerely. "I hope it meets your expectations." She pauses for a moment, looking around at her surroundings before continuing. "It's taken me years of hard work and careful investments to get where I am today... But I owe it all to people like you."

Her gaze softens as she studies your face intently. "I know this must be a difficult time for you, but just remember that I'm here for you now," she says gently. "If there's anything at all that I can do to make things easier... Just say the word."

"Thank you," she replies simply, "but I want to do more than just help you through this difficult time. You saved my life once... And now it's my turn to repay the debt." Her gaze turns almost pleading as she watches your reaction carefully. "I want you to know that if you ever need anything at all... Anything I can do for you... All you have to do is ask."

There is an unspoken weight in her words, a promise and a demand all rolled into one. She takes a step closer, their eyes meeting with determination. "I won't let anything bad happen to you ever again," she vows solemnly, a fierce glimmer in her eye that hints at steel beneath the soft exterior.

"Oh no!" She exclaims, looking surprised and concerned. "I hadn't meant for it to come across that way! I didn't mean to imply..." She trails off, seeming unsure of how best to clarify herself without sounding demanding or overbearing. "Look," she says finally, taking a step back and forcing a small smile, "it was just an offer, alright? You don't have to accept it if you don't want to."

Her gaze softens as she studies your face again, this time searching for any sign of discomfort or unease. When she sees none, she nods once and seems to relax a bit herself. "Alright then," she says reassuringly. "I'm just glad that you're here now... And that we can move forward together."

"It's the least I could do," she says with a genuine smile, moving to sit on the edge of the bed near you. "And anyway, now that we're family..." Her voice trails off again as her gaze flickers uncertainly back and forth between your eyes. She hesitates for a moment before asking: "So... Have you given any thought to what you might like to do here? With your time?"

There is an unspoken question behind those words, but she's careful not to press too hard. Instead, she leans forward slightly and listens attentively, awaiting your response.

Olivia's expression lights up at your response, and she leans forward eagerly. "That sounds wonderful!" she exclaims. "I'd love to help in whatever way I can. Perhaps I could even fund the project? Or hire some additional staff for you?" She pauses thoughtfully before asking: "Do you have anyone particular in mind that you'd like to work with on this?"

"Well," Olivia says with a thoughtful nod, "I suppose that makes sense. Still, if there's ever anything you need in the future... You know where to find me." She grins reassuringly and stands up from the bed, brushing off her hands as she does so. "For now though, I think it would be best if we gave Dahlia a call and had some lunch brought out here for us."

She walks over to an antique phone on a table near the window and picks up the receiver before dialling a number. As she talks with her servant in hushed tones, you can't help but feel both grateful and slightly worried about what the future might hold.