Mr. Caleb’s eyes narrowed slightly, not with suspicion, but with the habit of a man who had learned to think carefully before agreeing to anything. “Someone you know well,” he said. “Not just someone you’ve met a few times.”
“No, sir. I have known her for years. I spoke to her yesterday. She is willing to come and try. If you agree, I can bring her with me tomorrow morning and introduce her properly.”
That was Grace. Even while leaving a job, she was still thinking about the person she was leaving behind. That kind of loyalty was rare, and Mr. Caleb knew it. He studied her face for a few long seconds, then gave a single nod.
“All right,” he said. “If you trust her, then I will trust your judgment. Bring her tomorrow. I am counting on you.”
Grace’s smile spread wide and warm across her face. “Thank you, sir. You will not regret it.”
She stood, bowed her head slightly the way she always did, and walked back toward the kitchen. Mr. Caleb watched her go. He felt a small, quiet melancholy, the way a person feels when something comfortable is about to change. But beneath it, he felt something else, something he could not name.