Tracy's POV
Mrs. Callahan always had a way of making me feel… safe.
Her little living room smelled faintly of lavender and old books, and when she smiled at me from her chair, I felt the tightness in my chest ease for the first time all week.
"So," she said, pouring tea into my cup with that careful, steady hand of hers, "how is the new job treating you?"
I sighed, leaning back on the couch, my fingers curling around the warm porcelain. "It is good. Busy. Different from what I am used to, but in a good way."
Her eyes twinkled. "Busy is better than idle. But I can tell by your face there is more to it than just busy."
I laughed softly. She knew me too well. "It is… complicated. The people are kind, mostly. My boss is fair. But the CEO…" I paused, unsure how much to say. "He is… intimidating."
"Intimidating?" She arched a brow. "Or distracting?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I nearly choked on my tea. "Mrs. Callahan!"
