“I would like you to come to my company. I will start you properly—trained, paid well, learning the business from the inside. I have built something over 30 years, and I have no 1 to pass it to.” He met her eyes. “I would like, if you are willing, to begin changing that.”
Rebecca looked at the folder. Inside, she knew, there would be papers, formal things, Mr. Caleb’s language: documents, certainties, things written down.
She did not open it yet.
She looked at him for a long moment.
“I told you I’m not ready to forgive you,” she said.
“I know.”
“I meant it. This”—she gestured at the folder—“doesn’t change that.”
“I won’t pretend that a business offer fixes what needs to be fixed.”
“I know that too,” he said. “This is not an offer I am making to fix anything. It is an offer I am making because it is right. Because it is what should have been available to you from the beginning.”
He looked at her steadily.
“Whatever happens between us, whatever you decide about us, this is yours because you are mine. It belongs to you regardless.”
Rebecca looked down at the folder.