Shef
Not much unfortunately, some curtains, some furnishings, nothing really jumping out of you unless you've suddenly developed an interest in interior design.
Minato
"Oh, that eager to start?" he pauses for a moment, examining you before handing you a pager "Hayate, right? There's some guest rooms in need of cleaning, but you'll probably wanna go to your own quarters and unpack. You'll get paged more work when it turns up just, stay away from the mistress' rooms, you'll know them when you see them, part-timers like us aren't allowed in there." Ah yes, that one little problem in your placement, that one niggling little problem that you couldn't fix - you're new, worse you're a part-timer, and a student no-less, second-class doesn't even describe your position, you're lower than that, less than second, less than third. Maybe start at tenth. Maybe lower. You're untrusted, and given the industry you're in, that's a problem, a real damn problem.
For a large enough workplace, a hospital, a firm, it's not too hard to insert a veteran who didn't exist until today, but given something a little smaller, a little more tightly knit, a household for instance, and really this was when it came down to it a de facto household, that becomes out of the question. So you're the new guy. You need to be able to resupply, you need to be able to explain why, explain why you look so young, all questions that could you could slip up on. Not enough to break your cover, it takes a lot to break a cover, but enough to cause issues, uncomfortable questions, more eyes on you. And given the mission, more eyes means more risk, more risk of being thought to be a corporate spy, or something similarly damaging. So that makes you a part-timer, a student. A man with split interests, split focus, and split allegiances, someone still at the cross-roads with the world before you countless paths stretching out to infinity, which is to say a liability.
Perhaps you've spoken to your chauffeur about it, asked about the life he lived, not the supernatural that everyone seems to be so fixated on, but the mundane. This path, this career, it takes sacrifice, dedication. Try having a normal marriage when you're at someone else's beck and call, hell try having even something resembling a typical life, whichever one that is in fashion these days. 40k's the typical starting salary, enough to miss the birth of your child? It better be. Why? Trust, your employer needs to know you're loyal, that when they confide in you, they confide in only you, and when they need something done, they need that something done discretely, even if that something is hiding half a dozen hookers in a yacht the wife is actively searching. A kind of discretion that goes beyond a single principle, because well, let's face it, in this day and age with supply and demand the way it is, it's not hard to switch between them if you so please.
That's, a problem. The trust, not the hookers. You're reasonably certain Lady Appleton isn't so scandalous, or the very least, not married at any rate. Because it doesn't take a genius to guess where the seal would be - somewhere where new servants are not allowed.