"Thank you. Final question. What do you know about Sherlock Holmes?" Mycroft sat forward in his seat, hands brought together as a perch upon which to rest his chin, as his eyes bore down on the woman in front of him. She brushed strands of wavy blonde hair from her face as she considered her answer.
"Well, there is a lot I know of him from what the media spreads. However, I cannot say that I particularly know anything about the man himself that I can say with full confidence, given I've never met him. I mean, the media make things up for the sake of getting viewers. I take a lot of what is said with a pinch of salt. As far as I know, he's simply an over-glorified problem solver that works with Scotland Yard and ends up in the news for all sorts of mishaps" she spoke decidedly. Mycroft sat back and fought the upward pull that threatened the corners of his mouth. "Why did you ask me about Sherlock Holmes?" she asked, suddenly becoming suspicious. Her interviewer was an unsettling man. Clearly he was a man of power, upper class, and well-educated. Was she under investigation? Was the job offer a ruse?
"Miss Farrell, he will be your employer from this point onwards. Congratulations on your new vocation". She stood and shook his hand with a smile spreading across her features.
"Thank you so much, Mr Holmes! When do I start?".
"Immediately. A car is waiting outside to take you to 221B Baker Street" he waved her off and sat back down to begin his next line of work. She turned as directed and made her way outside. She had no idea what to expect from her new employer, but she knew that it would be nothing like her previous positions, given how obscure the interview had been.