Olivia
I let out a deep breath as I stared at Grandpa across the small diner table. His question is still echoing in my ears.
"Zoe is my best friend," I finally said, stirring my coffee absentmindedly. "She’s loud, stubborn, and drinks like a sailor but she’s also one of the best people I know."
Grandpa chuckled. "She sounds like trouble."
"Oh, she is," I said with a small smile. "But the good kind."
He nodded, as if considering. "And you trust her to help you run a business?"
I hesitated for a second before answering. "I do. She’s got a sharp mind, and she won’t let me quit when things get hard."
He nodded, looking thoughtful. “You trust her?”
“With my life.”
Grandpa leaned back in his chair, watching me closely. "Then hire her."
I blinked. "Just like that?"
"Just like that," h
