Charlotte joined the company.
Not because I handed her a favor.
Because she was good.
Really good.
Organized.
Patient.
Smart.
Reliable.
Turns out the same qualities that made her a compassionate teenager made her an exceptional professional.
Her brother received better support.
She stopped working impossible hours.
For the first time in years, she had evenings free.
Weekends too.
One afternoon we sat together in the company café.
Charlotte smiled over her coffee.
“You know something funny?”
