Chapter 95

• The next day, I had carried out my work in the office fluidly. Callie had requested to stay home from school. It was the first time she ever requested, and I'd obliged her. I had seen how much happier she was at the thought of staying home and had vowed never to allow her to be near people who made her feel less of herself.
• The next couple of days had me interviewing highly profiled professors and nannies to take her on. The candidates had all brought glowing resumes and I'd chosen the very best with adequate years of experience.
• After the first few days, however, I discovered a problem. Callie didn't get along with the personal tutor who had been teaching her a couple of times a week. She hated the woman's guts and refused to listen to anything the woman said. On such occasions, when the woman had called to complain, I had no choice but to ask, “Why do you think she is refusing to listen?”