As they stepped into the foyer, Zafron's eyes widened, trying to take in the sheer magnificence of the interior. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, their light dancing off polished marble floors. Priceless artwork adorned the walls, each piece probably worth more than everything Zafron owned. Which when put into perspective wasn't a lot to begin with.

'Well, doesn't this make a guy feel inadequate,' Zafron thought wryly. 'I bet even their broom closets are fancier than my entire house.'

Cassandra led him through a series of rooms, each more stunning than the last. A library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a music room with instruments Zafron had never even seen before, and a ballroom that could easily fit hundreds of guests.

"This house has been in my family for generations," Cassandra explained as they walked. "I'm the last of the Beaumont line now, the sole heiress."

Zafron glanced at her, noting a flicker of sadness in her eyes. "Your parents...?"

"Both gone," she said softly. "It's just me now, carrying on the family legacy."

As they continued their tour, Zafron couldn't help but marvel at the army of staff keeping the mansion running. Maids dusted priceless vases, butlers polished silverware, and gardeners tended to indoor plants that looked more valuable than Zafron's entire wardrobe.

'I wonder if they need someone to polish the polish,' Zafron mused internally. 'That's about the only job I might be qualified for in this place.'

Cassandra's voice brought him back to the present. "Are you hungry, Zafron? I've arranged a little picnic for us."

Before he could respond, she was already leading him towards the back of the house. As they stepped outside, Zafron felt his jaw drop for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The backyard was a tropical paradise, completely at odds with the rest of Drakoria. A crystal-clear pool stretched out before them, surrounded by palm trees and exotic flowers. The land seemed to go on forever, a private oasis of luxury.

'Great,' Zafron thought, fighting back a chuckle. 'Just when I was starting to feel at home in my poverty.'

They settled on a plush picnic blanket, and servants appeared as if by magic, laying out a spread of food that looked too beautiful to eat. Food that perhaps belonged in the museum. Exotic fruits, delicate pastries, and dishes Zafron couldn't even name filled the blanket.

As they began to eat, Zafron couldn't help but notice Cassandra's gaze fixed on him. She watched him with a gentle smile, her eyes never leaving his face.

'Oh gods,' Zafron thought, suddenly self-conscious. 'Am I holding the fork wrong? Is there something on my face? Maybe if I eat faster, she'll stop staring.'

He tried to focus on the food, which was admittedly delicious, but Cassandra's unwavering gaze was making him increasingly nervous. Just as he was about to ask if everything was alright, Cassandra dropped her fork and sat up straight.

"Zafron," she said, her tone suddenly serious. "When we first met, you mentioned you were looking for work, didn't you?"

Surprised by the change in topic, Zafron nodded. "Uh, yes. I'm still looking, actually. Haven't had much luck yet."

Cassandra's smile widened. "I thought as much. Tell me, did you notice anything particular about our tour of the mansion?"

Zafron blinked, caught off guard. "Well, it's all incredibly beautiful. And big. And expensive. And did I mention big?"

She laughed, a melodious sound that seemed to fit perfectly with their idyllic surroundings. "Yes, it is all of those things. But more importantly, it requires a great deal of upkeep and management."

'Ah,' Zafron thought, 'here comes the part where she asks me to be her personal dust-bunny wrangler.'

"I showed you around for a reason, Zafron," Cassandra continued. "I wanted you to see the scope of what the Beaumont estate entails."

Zafron nodded slowly, still not quite sure where this was going. "It's certainly... extensive."

Cassandra leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Zafron, how would you like to get a job right now? With excellent pay, of course."

Zafron froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. 'Did she just...? No, surely not. There's no way she's offering what I think she's offering.'

"I... what?" he managed to stammer out.

Cassandra's smile grew even wider. "A job, Zafron. Here, at the Beaumont estate. What do you say?"

Zafron's mind raced. On one hand, this was exactly what he'd been looking for - a job, and apparently a well-paying one at that. On the other hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this offer than met the eye.

'This is too good to be true,' he thought. 'People like Cassandra Beaumont don't just offer jobs to random strangers they met on the street. There's got to be a catch.'

But as he looked at Cassandra's expectant face, he couldn't bring himself to voice his doubts. Instead, he found himself asking, "What... what kind of job are we talking about exactly?"

Cassandra's smile widened, her eyes never leaving his. She picked up a ripe berry, brought it to her lips, and sucked on it slowly, savoring its flavor. She then took a sip of her wine, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. Zafron's mind raced, vividly imagining a scenario where the berry represented something entirely different. 'Focus,' he told himself.

'You're here for the job, not to get lost in fantasies.'

Cassandra set the berry down and leaned forward slightly. "Remember what you did earlier, Zafron. You jumped in to save a total stranger without hesitation, even when you had no magic and the odds were against you. To me, that spoke volumes about your character."

She paused, her gaze softening. "In a world where genuine hearts are rare, I find your bravery and selflessness commendable. That's why I'd like you to work for me, as my guard. It's not just about protection; it's about having someone with a true sense of honor around."

Zafron blinked, trying to reconcile Cassandra's words with the image of her effortlessly dispatching three men earlier. *'Wait, wasn't she the one who took out those three guys on her own? Why would she need someone like me? And she even saved me. What's going on here?'*

Before he could voice his confusion, Cassandra preempted him. "I understand your hesitation," she said, her tone calm and reassuring. "You're probably wondering why someone like me would need a guard when I'm capable of handling myself. It's true—I'm more than capable of defending myself. However, it's not just about physical protection."

She leaned closer, her gaze steady. "I value loyalty and integrity. I've seen your courage firsthand, and those qualities are rare and precious. I want someone by my side who I can trust implicitly. So, while I may not need physical protection in the way you might think, I do need someone with your qualities."

'I see,'...