He was at his desk, but his laptop was closed and he was not reading anything. He was just sitting there in a way that was unusual for him, hands in his lap, looking at the desk surface.
“I’m about to start lunch,” she said. “I wanted to ask if Mr. Benjamin is joining you today, so I know how much to prepare.”
“No,” Mr. Caleb said. “Just me.”
“Yes, sir.”
She was about to close the door when he spoke again.
“Rebecca.”
She paused.
“I need to take care of something this week,” he said carefully. He was looking at the desk as he spoke. “I have been meaning to finalize the paperwork for your employment properly. Contract, emergency contact, the usual things the company requires for household staff.”
He looked up. Then his eyes met hers.
“I’ll need you to bring your official documents. Birth certificate, any identification you have. Can you do that by Thursday?”
There was nothing strange about the request. It was a completely normal thing for an employer to ask.
“Of course, sir,” Rebecca said. “I’ll bring them Thursday.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
She pulled the door closed behind her.