Chapter Three
JULIAN TAPPED HIS PEN against his desk, his eyes scanning the calendar of events for the hotel over the next few months.
Two more conferences booked and we’ll be back on our feet within the quarter.
“Julian, the painters are here. Do you have time to do a tour of the grounds and look at the other facilities while the painters work? I’ve got a spare minute or five.”
Samara’s bright voice presented a welcome interruption to his already long day. He dragged his gaze up from his computer screen and blinked his tired eyes. “Yes. Let’s go.” He could use some fresh air, and after a frosty phone call from his father, a dose of Samara’s particular rays of sunshine might be beneficial.
Why his dad chose to stick the boot in every chance he got, only God knew. Julian had been throu
