Without words - have fun reading;)

Prologue:meeting with the butler

She bit her lower lip as the heavy, right half of the wooden double door opened and the pale figure of a frightened man left the unknown room, which was kept secret by the wide door. Beads of sweat adorned his whitened skin, and you could literally read the sheer panic in his eyes. He didn't say a word, but put one foot in front of the other, the dark parquet floor began to creak, and left the narrow, corridor-like waiting room. The others present looked after him with mixed feelings.
When the person next to her got up from the antique chair, which looked relieved as the weight decreased, she startled and was dragged back to reality. While the stout lady went hesitantly into the mysterious room to face the inevitable, her fingertips clawed into the unfashionable seat cover of the very old-looking seat. With every second that passed, her stomach knotted more quickly and even breathing was difficult, the whispering of the rest of the audience was clearly audible despite attempted secrecy. Her cheerful eyes scanned her immediate surroundings.
It was an unusually high room, which was reminiscent of the construction time of the last century. The large window to the left of her was filthy, so that it was difficult for the rays of the sun to penetrate in order to bring the necessary light into the waiting room - this would have made this room a lot friendlier.
The brown-haired leaned back so that her back could touch the arm of her chair and closed her brown eyes. Inwardly, she tried to organize thoughts and create a moment of relaxation, placing her hands on her stomach as if this would lessen the straining discomfort. She controlled her breathing with set commands. In her mind she imagined what would be lurking behind this heavy door, but she had her goal clearly in mind.

"Charlotte Summster.", a cold, almost emotionless voice tore her from her thoughts and made her eyes widen. Without hesitation, she took the jacket that had previously been placed on her lap and stood up with a jerk. With firm steps she went towards the open gate into the unknown, while the young woman came towards her, but her shocked facial expression did not cause any feelings of happiness. Shaking her head, Charlotte continued on her way until she finally reached the terrifying four walls and stepped over the threshold. Each additional meter that she covered made the feeling of nervousness increase, she felt as if her stomach was starting to twist, but she didn't stop until she was swallowed up by the uncertainty.It was a darkened room, heavy, dark red curtains were drawn in front of the old double windows so that no light could shine through - except for a single window. At the end was a long, solid wood table kissed by the rays of light. She walked up to this piece of furniture, noticing the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled with old works and thick books, but the space no longer seemed to suffice as there were piles of other books on the floor.
She moved towards the table, but she felt alone here in this shadowy room. When she stepped into the light, which the glass was so difficult to let through, she made a startling movement and she turned her head to the right. A young man dressed in black stepped out of the devouring shadows. He was attractive, had jet-black hair, the fringes of his forehead that were too long falling into his face, his smile looked strange, but it didn't look put on, and his eyes showed no emotion. He had stretched out his right hand, which was covered by a white glove, in greeting and was waiting for Charlotte's reaction.
Confused, she came towards him and when this act of politeness came to an end, he pointed to the empty, massive chair right next to her. With a nod as a sign of understanding, she gave the butler her résumé and then sat down on the dark wooden frame. Despite initial concerns, it was more comfortable than expected.
While the young man looked carefully at the sheet of paper in his hand, his red eyes wandered down line by line, his feet didn't move an inch. When he reached the end he turned 180 degrees around his own axis to take two steps forward. Smiling, he knelt on the parquet floor and handed the piece of paper into the darkness. The lack of light sources made it difficult for Charlotte to see exactly what scene was happening, she felt as if she was in one of those old films that described life before today's technologies.

"So Miss Summster, what is the reason why you want to work in the Phantomhive house?", The man rose from the kneeling position and addressed the nervous brown-haired woman with this question and stepped up to her, although he still had this strange one Smile in the face.