“So what’s the plan?” Jameson forced himself to ask.
“Since she’s only just begun training, it’ll be at least six months before she’s even remotely ready. We can’t rush these things…too much, anyway.” Johnson offered him another smile. “If you’re amenable, we’ll keep you on here, training as you’ve been doing. You still have six weeks left.”
Relief flooded Jameson. “Not a problem.”
“Good. Once we’re sure she’s capable, we’ll have the two of you meet.” Johnson’s face turned serious. “Not everyone works out, as I’m sure you know.”
Jameson nodded. Two of the people from his original class—one an anchor and one a ghostwalker—had left after only a few weeks. Just because a person was well suited to the job didn’t mean they wanted to spend their life doing it. While what Requiem Inc. did was important and necessary, not everyone who coulddo the job should do the job.