"Madam." The butler, exuding deference, introduced the staff to Camila, "Because neither Mr. Johnston nor you live here, they mostly take care of cleaning, gardening, and some other tasks.”

Camila offered a subtle nod, signifying her comprehension.

“I'll ask someone to get a room ready right away."

The butler deftly directed his staff, intimately acquainted with each servant's strengths and suited tasks.

Under his management, the sprawling mansion ran like a well-oiled machine, every cog in its place.

“Excuse me, sir, madam. I've got the bath ready for you, and dinner will be served at seven. Does that work for you?" the butler inquired.

Isaac assented, "Okay."

“Let's head upstairs and take a look," He proposed to Camila.

With a nod, she agreed.

Isaac likely wasn't as acquainted with the mansion's layout as the butler was.

During the introductions, the butler remained poised, anticipating any desires or dissatisfactions from the master, prepared to address them promptly.

This approach allowed him to continually refine and enhance the mansion's operations, ensuring ongoing improvement.

The second floor predominantly served as a reception area. On its left flank, a generous rectangular chamber unfolded, adorned with three towering French windows swathed in elegant drapery. Single sofas, meticulously arranged and interspersed with square coffee tables, fashioned a simple yet expansive U-shaped seating arrangement, ideal for conducting meetings.

Adjacent to the reception space, a complementary area awaited, tailored for entertaining friends within the comfort of home.

Here, a dining area and lounge coexisted harmoniously, promising moments of conviviality and relaxation amidst the mansion's grandeur.

Only on the third floor nestled the bedrooms, comprising six luxurious suites, each equipped with its own living area, bathroom, dressing room, balcony, and French windows.

The downside of a sprawling mansion was the considerable trek required for even the simplest tasks. Camila found herself fatigued before concluding her tour. “Let's call it a day for now," she suggested wearily.

"Alright," the butler concurred respectfully. “Feel free to check out the ground floor and the basement whenever you get a chance."

He exited with an air of respect.

Seated on the sofa, Camila massaged her neck, casting a questioning glance at Isaac. "This place is really spacious, but is it suitable for living?"