[center] Everything was happening so terribly fast that Alyssa was nearly second-guessing her own decisions. He seemed quite pleased with her even after a quick assessment and before she knew it, he was ready to take her on a tour of the home. And yet, he had this sweeping way of flooding her with every little detail in such a short amount of time that she found herself almost overwhelmed, drowning in information and answers before she could even ask the question. It was almost exhilarating – perhaps more interaction than she'd gotten with anyone over the past few months. She'd been used to the general passers-by at the library, answering an occasional question once in a while, which- truth-be-told - had been nice. On the other hand, she'd also been used to the constant swearing and demeaning from her father. [i]This[/i] bit of interaction had been so foreign to her that she nearly fought to grasp at the ends of it before it slipped away. 

No, Alyssa couldn't very well disappoint her new employer – she was determined to make good by her promise that she would be perfectly capable. However, she felt as if she had enough self-doubt that should she try to bottle it up, it would still overflow. How difficult would it be to keep the place tidy? She'd done it day in and day out at home, now she was only in a much larger home – more ground to cover and only enough time in the day to do so. Still, Alyssa was up for the challenge and as long as it kept her mind busy and the bills paid, then there was absolutely nothing she could complain about. 

Although, the more Mr. Coates had spoken, the more she wondered just how eccentric he really was. He'd complained about the gardens and yet, she could see nothing wrong with them. They seemed far from dreary in her eye, but then again, who was she to know a thing or two about formal gardens? Maybe she just was ignorant in the subject and he knew exactly what he was talking about? 

The girl remained awfully quiet as he soon was leading her throughout the home, the click of her heels steadily behind him was perhaps the only sound that came from her as she absorbed every bit of information he'd fed her. The place was much larger than she could have expected, and she continued to make mental notes of where everything was should she become lost one day or another. At least there were other employees around – she could use the help getting on her own two feet at least. 

They had eventually ended up to where she was to stay and she had gotten a quick peek in the room before he led her away once more. Of course it was far more luxurious than she was used to. Their little two bedroom home only held so much – so suddenly be able to have her own, rather large room, to her herself was rather exciting. Maybe she could get a decent wink of sleep once in a while here, where she didn't have to worry so much about her father and what he might be getting into once she'd gone to bed. Perhaps this entire ordeal was a blessing in disguise. 

Alyssa followed him in silence, still grasping her portfolio to her chest while she listened to him. However, her curiosity was piqued at the mention that the right side of the home had been off limits and she raised a brow without meaning to. She'd almost parted her lips to ask about it, but thought against it. It wasn't her place, first off, and thankfully Nathan had interrupted her before she'd made the poor decision.  Thankfully so, she had shifted a bit in place while they both spoke, once more her curiosity lit as Mansfield addressed her again. A psychiatrist? Perhaps that was why he was so haphazard in deciding to hire her after only a few short minutes of discussion. He probably could figure out that she wasn't some sort of crazy woman that he was inviting in his home – but then she wondered just what else he could have noticed. 

Her thoughts had been cut off abruptly as his next words had given her pause before she immediately shook her head to answer his question. "No, sir—" She needed this job terribly and she'd be a fool to simply leave it without warning. Although, she wondered just why others had done just that – the little snippet of a possible temper that she'd just seen could have very well been a reason. Or, maybe he was hiding some massive secret within the rooms on the right side of the house. Her imagination could have run wild, but she thought it best not to speculate… At least not while standing right in front of him. "Like I've previously said, I do not expect to disappoint." Alyssa finally reiterated. "And, I believe you have everything covered, as far as any questions I could have had. I'm sure if anything comes up, Nathan could be of some assistance." She gave a little shrug of her shoulders then. No, he didn't have to worry about her in the least. She intended on getting her job done at the end of the day and staying out of everyone's hair by the end of it all – just as she was used to at home.  [/center]