She thought they did. She wasn't certain because certainty about things that lived in people's interior states was not available to her. and she had learned to distrust the impulse to claim it. But she thought so. The break room had a different temperature to it than it had in the first months. Not warmer exactly, more like a room where the pressure had equalized, where things didn't need to be managed before they could be said.
The conversation about the permanent role happened in September, almost exactly one year after the morning in the hangar on a Wednesday afternoon when the light through the engineering bay windows was the particular amber of early fall and Caleb was reviewing a draft amendment to the fault library with a red pen that he used with the same precision he used on everything. Sloan had been sitting across the workbench from him, going through a quarterly operation summary for 20 minutes, and neither of them had said much because neither of them needed to fill space with talk, which was something she had come to appreciate about him as a working presence. There was not a silence that required management. He was just there doing the work until there was something to say. "I want to ask you something, and I want you to think about it before you answer," she said.
He looked up from the document. You said that to me once before. It worked. She said a small shift in his expression. The thing that wasn't quite a smile.
Okay. Chief technical officer. She said it's a created position. There's no existing person to displace and no political situation to navigate. The scope would be maintenance protocol, system safety review, and technical advisory to engineering leadership.
The title matters less to me than what comes with it, which is that your name is on the documents, the real documents, not on page four of the technical log. He was quiet. The hours are negotiable, she continued. The position does not require you to be here when Mia needs you to be somewhere else. That is not a perk.
That is a condition of the offer, and it's written into the position description. And if any future version of Asterion leadership tries to renegotiate that after I'm gone, the employment agreement gives you standing to hold them to it. After you're gone, he said, "You planning on going somewhere? I'm planning on being here for a long time," she said. "I'm also not arrogant enough to design a position that only works while I'm the one running things." He looked at the red pen in his hand.
He set it down on the document. He was doing the thing he did when he was actually thinking something through. Not performing consideration, just doing it privately at whatever pace it required. The office, he said, engineering bay, she said. Same desk you have now if you want it or we build you something.