“Excuse me… is this where the interview is?” Her voice shook under the light drizzle as she tightened her grip on a faded umbrella. Naomi Carter, a quiet woman with tired eyes and hands worn by years of work, stood before the towering iron gates of the Whitmore Estate. Behind her, the city disappeared into fog. Ahead, marble pillars rose into a gray sky heavy with rain and old sorrow. Inside the mansion, Lucas Whitmore, a powerful real-estate billionaire, moved through the halls like a man half-alive. It had been a year since his wife died, yet the silence still crushed the air. His three-year-old twins, Owen and Lily, lived upstairs, watched by strangers who never stayed long.