I rap sharply on the main door to the mansion. Waiting for someone to answer… When the door finally swings open “Good evening, would this be the residence of mastermike?” I enquire in my clipped English accent. “I am of the understanding that there may be vacancies? Here are a list of my credentials. I hand over a thick folded parchment from my inner suit pocket. “As you can see, I’ve worked for some of the finest houses in England along with some of the more select private boarding schools. My main responsibilities have included servicing the personal needs of my master’s and mistresses, and organising the smooth running of the household servants, on a day to day basis”