“Yes. Keep one in reserve.”
“I’ll have them decanted.”
“Not too early.”
“Understood.”
He moves on to meals, staffing, and transportation. Most of the arrangements are already complete, but I stop him when he mentions keeping the boat stored unless we request it.
“Have it ready,” I tell him.
“The launch?”
“Yes. Fueled and staffed.”
“We weren’t expecting to use it.”
“We may.”
Another small silence follows.
“I’ll arrange it.”
I glance at the itinerary open beside me. The final interview is currently scheduled for late afternoon on the second day at the estate.
“Move Saturday’s interview to the morning,” I say.
“That will leave most of the afternoon open.”
“That’s the idea.”
“For additional interviews?”
I look down at the schedule.
“No. Leave it open.”
The answer comes easily enough that I don’t examine it. We work through a few remaining details before ending the call. By the time I set down the phone, the estate has become subtly different from the version Daniel arranged: Sophie’s room faces the lake, the wine she preferred will be waiting, the boat will be prepared, and an entire afternoon has been cleared without anything specific assigned to it. Each decision is reasonable on its own. Together, they look considerably less accidental.
Daniel appears in my doorway a few minutes later.
“Everything settled?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“You changed the guest suite.”
“I did.”
“And the interview time.”
“Yes.”
Daniel nods slowly.
“Anything else I should know before the estate manager calls me to confirm that the entire schedule has changed?”
“The entire schedule hasn’t changed.”