Sophia
The next morning was busy. Weston and I brought the two contractors through the construction site together, and then I headed down to where our legal and accounting team were set up in a conference room. The smile on my face as I opened the door wilted almost immediately upon entry. My father sat at the head of the table. I hadn’t even known he was back in town…or perhaps he’d never left.
“I thought you went back to Florida?”
My father gave me a stern look. “I’m obviously needed here.”
“Oh?” I folded my arms over my chest. “Did someone tell you that?”
I realized there was a room full of men with their heads swinging back and forth, watching the exchange between my father and me. I tilted my head toward the door. “Could we…talk outside for a minute?”
Dear old Dad looked like he
