She is satisfied... for now

There is a moment of silence as the Mistress seems to contemplate your performance. She flashes a coy smile as she breaks it, saying "Very good, very good indeed. Olivia sure knows how to find them, doesn't she?"

Bringing her wine to her lips, she downs the rest of the glass. "You have earned the right to finish the day, at least." You breathe a sigh of relief, even if it was not as permanent as you were hoping. The rest of the day? What more could she possibly want?

As if reading your mind, she adds "Don't worry yourself, boy. With how well you've done so far, I'm sure won't disappoint me." She gives you a light slap on the cheek, more motherly than aggressive, before walking around you. "Your first task will be to clean up the mess you made. I want my office to be spotless, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," you reply, turning around to face her.

"Good boy. There are cleaning supplies in there." She gestures to a barely noticeable closet, only distinguishable from the wall by a protruding doorknob. "Miss Brouillet will collect you at noon. I hope for your sake you are finished." Checking herself in a mirror, she does not give you another glance before leaving the room with a flourish.

You take a moment to compose yourself, a little overwhelmed with what had just transpired. This had to be the craziest job interview ever! However, it was still a job, and if you wanted to keep it you could not sit idle. Ignoring your blue balls, you walk over to the closet and get to work.