Chapter 15
Rebecca, on the phone with her father, sat in a leather office chair and twirled around in the all-white office that had a view of the Miami skyline over the Intracoastal--Bart said this downstairs room was supposed to serve as her new office/study.
"I can have the cars driven over to the University of Miami within the hour," he said.
"Thanks, Dad." She leaned an elbow on her desk. “What should we do for dinner tomorrow?"
“Let's go to a restaurant. The Cuban place you and your friends like will be fine, but why aren’t you driving the check over yourself?”
“This is business and it should be that way so I’ll use the courier, and dinner is family” She trusted her dad to send working cars as requested and felt confident Bart would be pleased. “So I’ll text a confirmation, and g
