Chapter 185

Fintan suggested, “Son, don’t go to that interview. I’ll go instead and see if Sandra, whom Callie mentioned, will be there!”

“Okay,” Crispin nodded. “Callie isn’t likely to lead us astray, but when did she develop this fortune-telling ability?”

“Better safe than sorry,” Fintan frowned, recalling how Calliope told him. He remembered her mentioning what would happen a month later, and suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. If it were false, that was one thing. But what if it were true?

If he ignored Calliope’s warning and it all came to pass, what then? What would happen to his wife, son, and beloved Portia?

Calliope wouldn’t reach out without reason. She was sharp and sensible. Even though the Jewell family didn’t hold her in high regard, he knew she was incredibly educated. She had been exceptionally admitted into another school, skipping grades, which caused rumors to spread that she got expelled for not graduating. Hence, the Jewell family didn’t think highly of her. But he knew better, as Portia had told him many times.

“Alright, I’ll head out and take care of some business today, steer clear of anyone named Sandra,” Crispin said earnestly. “If this woman does exist, we owe Callie a big thank you.”

“Indeed,” Fintan nodded.

Fintan attended the interview that afternoon. His presence as the chairman made everyone nervous, but Fintan instructed them to carry on as usual; he was just there to observe. When they reached the fifth candidate, Fintan’s expression shifted. He looked down at the file in his hands and saw the name, Sandra, along with details that matched exactly what Calliope had described!

‘Can Callie have been right? Is this the woman who would cause my son to end up in jail and ruin our family?’ Fintan sat there, lost in thought as he stared at the file.

He glanced up again. Sandra seemed capable, but if she was as dangerous as Callie had warned, she couldn’t be allowed into the company. Fintan trusted Callie’s judgment.

Once the candidate left, Fintan turned to the other interviewers. “Sandra is out. She can’t join our company.” Though some were puzzled, Fintan’s word was absolute. No one argued or questioned it further. They silently marked an ‘out’ on her file.

That evening, Calliope heard about the interview from Portia as they shared drinks at a bar.

“My dad said to thank you, Callie. He said you were spot on. Whatever you told him, he wants to ensure you know he appreciates it!” Portia was still in the dark about what Calliope had told her father, finding it all baffling.

“Oh, it was nothing major,” Calliope smiled at Portia.

“Alright then,” Portia shrugged. “Hey, Callie, you’re not upset, are you? I think leaving the Jewell family was the right move. Who cares what others say? They hurt and mistreated you, and they’ll regret it one day!”

“I’m not upset,” Calliope replied calmly. She had long since severed any sentimental ties with them. Once, she had yearned for their approval, but not anymore. There was no need. Leaving the Jewell family meant she no longer had to conform to their endless rules and restrictions.

She had warned them about certain things, but they chose to trust Lisette over her. Whatever happened to them was no longer her concern.