The sun is dipping low as you guide the freshly polished white Rolls Royce through the winding drive leading to Liselotte Falk's villa. It's your first day on the job, and you've made sure every inch of the car is immaculate. The car gleams in the light, showing no trace of dust after your careful washing and waxing. You pull up to the grand entrance, step out, and with a deep breath, open the rear door.

Liselotte appears, moving toward the car with that calm, effortless elegance. Her white dress catches the golden light, and she lowers her oversized sunglasses, her keen blue eyes locking onto yours with a hint of curiosity. She pauses, studying you for a moment, then gives a slight, approving nod. She steps into the back and settles into the cream leather seats, crossing her legs gracefully.

"Drive toward the coast," she says, her voice smooth and confident, laced with that unmistakable Swedish lilt. You close her door and quickly move to the driver’s seat, trying to shake off the nervous energy that comes with a first day. As you ease the car down the winding drive, she begins to chat, her tone relaxed yet playful.

"So," she says, glancing at you in the rearview mirror, amusement dancing in her eyes, "first day behind the wheel of a Rolls Royce? How does it feel?" Her smile is warm, disarming, making you feel as if you've known her far longer than just a few minutes.