Eleanor slid her fork into her already sliced steak with practiced ease, though her mind was elsewhere. The quiet clinking of silverware filled the air, the only sound breaking the comfortable silence between her and Alger.
"By the way," she began, her voice casual, "I was wondering—how do the workers in the household receive their vacation days? I want to give Tina a vacation. Is that allowed, Brother?"
Alger didn't pause, his knife slicing effortlessly through his meal. His composed tone was unwavering as he replied, "That's entirely up to you. She's your maid, your responsibility."
