Far away, Gideon and Miles rebuilt their modest life, though slowly and with difficulty. Miles had graduated from university but struggled to find a job. Each day he donned his grandfather’s old apron, polishing shoes and helping at the stall. Despite the hardship, he remained hopeful. One Saturday morning, as Miles adjusted the straps on a customer’s shoe, a sleek black car pulled up, and a well-dressed woman stepped out.
“Could you help me with this buckle?” she asked, her voice calm yet authoritative. Miles carefully fixed the strap, refusing payment. “It’s nothing,” he said politely. The woman, Madame Vivian Hartley, observed him closely. She had been searching for a trustworthy driver, someone diligent and honest, and in Miles, she saw the rare qualities she sought. She handed him a card and said, “Call me tomorrow if interested. I can offer a place to stay and fair pay.”