Selene turned the three requests so he could see them.
"I need someone here who can speak to the local suppliers and claimants while I deal with reception. The officers can answer guard questions. The bank can decide what it is authorized to return. Neither has time to put these people together."
Beatrice's shoulders tightened.
"I still have the shop."
"And your father," Alex said.
"Yes."
Selene drew up another chair instead of dismissing either concern.
"Then tell me how much time you can give."
Beatrice lowered herself carefully into the chair, easing the weight off her injured leg. Her shoulders relaxed once she was seated.
"Two hours after I see him in the morning. We can talk about an afternoon shift once I know what the shop needs. I need someone else here when I leave."
The bank clerk looked up.
