I blinked, processing his words. The CEO of the company was thanking me. “I’m just glad I could help,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I glanced at Mr. Hartwell’s father, who was watching the exchange with a proud, grateful expression.

Michael turned to his father and signed fluently, “I’m sorry for the mix-up. I should have been here sooner.” The older man waved it off, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I appreciate what Catherine did,” he signed back, nodding at me. “She’s a good one.”