the billionaire- billie eilish

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Rose pursed her lips as the taxi had just stopped in front of the high gates of the gigantic mansion. It was cold, the thick fog formed a halo around the private estate lost in the heart of the remote forests. far from Seattle.

It was here that the famous businesswoman and writer Billie Eilish lived and was chosen among other young journalists to conduct a rare and almost crucial interview for the New York Writen.
    Rose was still on probation and listed as a probationer. Her only way to be accepted into the publishing house of her dreams is to bring her boss an impeccable and enticing interview for readers. Rose felt a shiver run down the back of her neck as she left the taxi. The estate was lost in the middle of nowhere, leaving a scent of mystery swirling around. She walked towards the large black gate with its bars curved in an arc and raised her hand towards the intercom, but was startled when the gates suddenly parted. She stepped back, nervous and impressed by the mansion that emerged behind the tall trees on a dirt road that she took with her stomach in knots. Instinctively, she clutched her purse to her chest, gazing up at the ancient stone of the sprawling mansion, and felt another, more pronounced chill run across her face.

Rose did not know much about this woman who maintained great mystery about her personality and private life. She only knew that she was thirty-four years old and at the head of a colossal fortune worth several billion dollars. She was a writer known for possessing a captivating and dark pen. Just four books in ten years were enough to make him a highly respected writer in the literary sphere. Rose advanced to the large steps which she climbed with a strange presentiment but could not say what it was.

The atmosphere perhaps, she thought as she looked around at the large expanses of greenery and forests that surrounded the manor. With her stomach in knots, she raised her hand to ring the bell but the large, heavy door made of very black wood opened to reveal a woman of around fifty who wore a warm smile. Rose handed it back to him then announced:

- Hello, I'm Miss Williamson, I'm coming for...

- I know who you are miss, please come in, she cut her off, stepping aside so that she could enter the premises.

Captivated, Rose looked up at the high ceiling of the entrance hall and onto the curved solid wood staircase covered with a dark red carpet. The mansion had features similar to Victorian architectures with a hint of modernity. Rose was amazed as an opera aria was heard in the distance, immediately creating a cozy and mysterious atmosphere.

- This mansion is magnificent, commented Rose, giving the woman, her coat.

- The master will be delighted to know.

At this particular mention Rose had the impression that an icy current had just passed through her and tried to ignore it.

- Follow me, I'll put you in the red room.

Intimidated, she followed her into this famous salon with its very old decor and remarkably fascinating beauty. Despite this wonder, Rose couldn't help but dread what happened next. This mansion lost in the middle of nowhere was not without worrying her and something chilling ran down her spine when she approached the large window to admire the hectares of vegetation intertwined in this persistent fog.

-Do I have to...

Rose stopped because the woman who had greeted him had already disappeared. The opera tune in the background made her shiver again as she walked through the red living room lined with superb painting.