When you fired dad, she said it plainly, the way she'd said everything else. Were you scared when you found out you were wrong? Sloan felt Caleb go still beside her, but she didn't look at him. She looked at Mia. Yes, she said.
I was. What were you scared of? That it was too late to fix it? Sloan said. Mia thought about this with the seriousness she brought to everything.
Was it? Sloan looked at Caleb. Then he was watching her with that steady expression of his, not giving her anything to work with and not taking anything away. His arms were at his sides. He looked like a man who was letting a moment be whatever it was going to be.
Not completely, Sloan said. Mia nodded satisfied and turned to redirect her attention to the next group of people approaching her table because she had a project to defend and a judge's score to influence and the conversation had reached its natural conclusion from her perspective. Sloan watched her pivot into her explanation again and felt something move through her that she didn't try to name because naming it would have required more precision than she had available in a school gymnasium on a Thursday night. She's going to be a problem for someone someday," Sloan said quietly. "She's already a problem," Caleb said.
"I mean that as the highest possible compliment. It was the same thing he'd said in the kitchen months ago, and the fact that he said it again the same way told her something she filed away without comment." The consulting arrangement had been running for 4 months by the time the science fair happened, and it had become, without either of them explicitly acknowledging it, something more than the document described. The two days a week had stayed 2 days a week. Caleb had been careful about that, and the agreement's language made it easy to enforce, and Sloan had been careful, too, because she understood what it would mean if she wasn't.
But the quality of what happened on those two days had deepened past protocol consultation into something closer to what Sloan imagined Asterion's engineering department might look like if it had been built from the ground up with a different set of priorities. She had given Caleb a desk in the engineering bay rather than the executive floor, which he had requested in which some of the board had raised an eyebrow at, and she had held that position without explanation because the explanation that he would be worth less to her on the executive floor than he was among the people whose work he understood from the inside out was true and was also, she had decided, nobody else's business to approve. Hy and Howell had developed what they called in the working documents a fault signature library, a systematic record of anomaly presentations organized by aircraft type and system, drawing on Caleb's 14 years of undocumented pattern recognition and Howell's formal engineering records. It was not glamorous work. It was the kind of thing that didn't make it into board presentations and wouldn't be mentioned in an industry profile.
It was Sloan had come to understand exactly the kind of work that had always been done in the invisible parts of the company by the people who did not have their names on the cover pages of reports. The difference now was that it was being done in a room where people knew it existed. Reyes had taken the new safety reporting channel and used it twice in the first 6 months. Once for a maintenance concern that turned out to be minor and once for something in the avionics inspection schedule that Caleb flagged as structurally significant. And that resulted in a protocol amendment.