“I am not a difficult man, but I am a particular one. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes, sir,” Rebecca said. “Difficult means nothing is ever right. Particular means everything has a right place.” She met his eyes. “I can work with particular.”
This time the almost-smile became a real one, small and brief but genuine. It appeared and disappeared so quickly that Rebecca was not entirely sure she had seen it.
He glanced down at his hands for a moment, then back up at her.
“I will be straightforward with you,” he said. “Grace has worked in this house for 5 years. She knows every corner of it. She knows my routine, my preferences, how I like things done. She is leaving, and that is a gap that will not be easy to fill.”
He said it without drama, simply as a fact.
“I am not looking for someone who will try to impress me in the first week and then relax. I need someone consistent, someone who does the same good work on a Tuesday as on the first day.”
“I understand,” Rebecca said.