JUSTIN'S POV
I like my staff competent and invisible.
It's not a cruelty. It's a taste cultivated by years of official schedules and confidential meetings, the sort of preference that respects the rhythm of a household as fiercely as a boardroom. But the last few weeks had introduced a new variable to our home's rhythm: a small, insistent life that rearranged everything around it. It deserved a different kind of privacy. Quiet. Space.
So I did what any man capable of signing a merger on a Monday could manage on a whim: I told the house manager to book the staff a real holiday.
