Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 345

Chapter 345: The Selection Process
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CHAPTER 346

~Zara’s POV~

Scott gestured toward the adjoining living room. “They’re all waiting there. Ten candidates in total. We need four new maids or five at most.”

With a nod, I followed Scott to the next room, with Tempest and Aira trailing closely behind me.

The adjoining living room was spacious, lined with windows that allowed the morning light to flood in.

The ten ladies sat quietly on a long sofa, their hands folded neatly in their laps, their eyes widening slightly when I stepped inside.

Scott gestured toward me. “Ladies, good morning. This is Mrs. Zephyr, wife of our master, Alpha Snow Zephyr. From now on, she is your new boss.”

I felt a slight blush rise to my cheeks at the formal introduction, but I maintained a composed smile.

Scott turned to me. “Lady Zara, any words before we begin?”

I looked at the women, each one of them appearing eager yet nervous. They ranged in age, some younger, some older, all dressed modestly and clutching small purses or resumes in their hands.

“No words,” I said with a warm smile. “Let’s begin.”

The ladies nodded. Each one of them had their expressions written on their faces—relief and focus.

Tempest leaned toward me as I took a seat. “This is going to be fun,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Let’s hope so,” I murmured back.

With Scott standing at the side, I turned my attention to the first woman in line. “Alright,” I said kindly. “Tell me about yourself.”

And so the interviews began.

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~Vera’s POV~

As I sat quietly on the far end of the sofa, I watched Zara with narrowed eyes, carefully studying her every move. She was beautiful, poised, and carried herself with the air of someone who belonged in a place like this.

It was irritating, infuriating, to say the least.

She smiled warmly at each candidate, and when she questioned us, her questions were thoughtful but straightforward.

Despite the absence of any hostility or arrogance in her demeanour, I couldn’t suppress the simmering jealousy within my chest.

“Enjoy it while you can,” I thought, keeping my expression neutral. “Because soon, this will all be mine.”

When my turn finally came, I stood, smoothing out the front of my dress. My steps were calculated, not rushed, just at the right pace, and my gaze was shy yet confident as I approached Zara and the others.

“Hello,” Zara said warmly, gesturing for me to take a seat across from her.

“Good morning, Mrs. Zephyr,” I replied softly, keeping my voice calm and composed.

Tempest tilted her head, studying me curiously, but said nothing.

“Tell me about yourself,” Zara prompted, her kind smile never faltering.

I clasped my hands in my lap, my eyes lowering briefly as I spoke. “My name is Vani,” I began. “I recently moved to the city after… losing my family.” My voice cracked slightly, and I forced myself to take a deep breath. “I’m looking for a fresh start, somewhere I can work hard and feel safe.”

Zara’s expression softened instantly, sympathy flashing in her eyes. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” she said gently. “Thank you for being honest.”

I nodded, letting a small, hesitant smile tug at my lips.

Tempest leaned forward slightly. “Do you have any experience working in a household like this?”

“Yes,” I said confidently. “I worked as a maid for several years before… everything happened. I know how to clean, cook, and handle daily tasks efficiently.”

Zara glanced at Aira, who nodded subtly.

“Alright, Vani,” Zara said, her tone kind but professional. “Thank you. We’ll be making our final decisions shortly.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Zephyr,” I replied, standing and giving a polite bow.

As I returned to my seat, I caught Tempest watching me closely, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

“Careful,” I thought, my smile remaining sweet. “You’ll only see what I want you to see. After all, my image change is the best among all witches. You can never unmask my disguise, Alpha bitch.”

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The chatter in the living room ceased as Tempest, Aira, and I stepped out to deliberate. We left the ladies seated comfortably, with refreshments served on the center table.

Aira had been clear about one thing: this household wasn’t just about duties—it was about family, trust, and harmony. Whoever we brought in had to reflect those values.

While we discussed the candidates in the adjoining room, we let Storm loose in the living room to “play.”

Tempest, of course, had suggested it with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “If they can’t handle an energetic pup, they won’t survive a day in this house,” she had declared.

I’d been hesitant, but Aira and Tempest insisted. “It’s a perfect way to see who’s natural and who’s just pretending,” Aira had said with a shrug.

So, Storm was tasked with being our “final test.”

From the adjacent room, I could hear his gleeful giggles as he dashed around the room. Peeking in, I saw how each of the women reacted to him.

Some of them shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of how to interact with the lively pup. Others made polite attempts to engage but quickly retreated when Storm’s energy became too much.

And then there was Vani.

She had a smile on her face as she crouched to his level, helping him arrange the colorful blocks he had scattered across the carpet. When he knocked them over with a loud laugh, she patiently rebuilt the tower with him.

“Oops!” Storm cried out as he tipped over a tray of snacks nearby.

Vani didn’t hesitate. She grabbed a napkin and quickly began tidying up the mess, all while keeping Storm entertained with a cheerful tone.

“Don’t worry, little one,” she said softly, ruffling his hair. “Accidents happen.”

Storm beamed at her. “You’re nice!”

I exchanged a look with Tempest, who raised an eyebrow knowingly. “She’s good,” Tempest murmured.

“She’s definitely standing out,” Aira added, her tone thoughtful.

By the end of the hour, the living room was noticeably quieter, and the other candidates looked a bit weary. Some sipped their drinks nervously, glancing around at one another, while others whispered quietly.

Vani, however, sat with Storm on the carpet, now helping him sort through his small basket of toys. The warmth in her demeanor was hard to miss.

“Well, ladies, looks like we’ve made our decision.”