Sebastian got the job on a Wednesday.
It wasn't much — kitchen supervisor at a mid-range catering company that handled corporate events and private functions. The hours were long, the pay was decent, and the work was familiar enough that he could do it without thinking too hard. Which was exactly what he needed right now. Something to do with his hands while the rest of his life sorted itself out.
He told Olivia first.
She was in the small sitting room off the east wing, legs tucked under her, reading. She looked up when he came in and read his face before he said anything.
"You got it," she said.
"I got it."
She smiled — not a big production of it, just a real one. "When do you start?"
"Monday." He sat down beside her. "It's not what I had. It's not even close."
"I know."
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