Chapter 2 - What the Employer Sees
He turned back to Renata. "What have you been doing for the last twenty-two years?"
She stared at him. "Nothing."
He didn't react. "Again."
"I stayed home."
"Again."
Her brow tightened. "I raised three kids."
"Then?"
"I took care of the house."
"And?"
Her irritation sharpened. "Nathan!"
He grinned. "Good. Anger sounds a lot more confident on you. Again."
She glared at him. Then something shifted.
"I ran the household budget," she said.
Nathan started typing.
"I managed three kids' school schedules."
More typing.
"My mother had dementia for six years." His hands stopped. Renata looked down. "I coordinated all her appointments. Her medication. Home care. The insurance fights. Everything."
He resumed typing. "Keep going."
She did. Contractors. School events. Fundraisers. Medical forms. Bills. One crisis after another, for over two decades.
Ten minutes later, he turned his laptop toward her.
Renata stared at the screen. "That's... me?"
"It always was," Nathan said, leaning back.
I looked over her shoulder. Budget management. Scheduling. Vendor coordination. Event planning. Care logistics. Everything she'd just dismissed as "nothing" suddenly had professional titles attached to it.
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I remembered one of the reviews I'd read before booking my appointment. He changed my life. A cold feeling settled into my stomach — not suspicion anymore, but something closer to understanding. Whatever Nathan had been hiding from me wasn't what I'd feared walking in.
Somehow, that didn't make the secrecy hurt any less.
